Hallowing Eve

Lisa grinned when she discovered the long terrycloth robes hanging on pegs behind the bathroom door. The rain turned from liability to asset as a new plan formed in her mind. Silently thanking the weather gods, she removed her wet clothing and wrapped herself in the plush bathrobe. Seduction would be so much easier without a bunch of clothing in the way.

"Everything I brought is completely soaked," Lisa announced upon her return to the living room. She tossed a fluffy towel on the hearth where Eve stood warming herself by the fire. "I threw it all in the dryer. Turn it on after you add your stuff, okay?"

Continuing toward the kitchen area, Lisa could feel Eve's eyes on her back. Penny for your thoughts was on the tip of her tongue as she glanced over her shoulder. The expression on Eve's face made the inquiry unnecessary, and Lisa felt the knot of desire between her legs pulse in response.

Eve blushed, but held her gaze. Lisa wasn't about to back down in a game of erotic dare, so she turned and took a small step toward Eve. C'mon! her mind screamed, but Eve ducked into the bathroom to change out of her wet clothes. The spell broken—for the moment, anyway—Lisa busied herself with the hot chocolate.