As the afternoon light faded Jenna Starr felt a desire for something more.
Her imagination drifted to private pleasures a adventure she was ready to embark on.
The idea of baring her essence and flesh for all to see made her heart race.
She pondered the rush of unveiling her private realm.
Her imagination played with the image of her voluptuous form in a focus.
Every curve a testament to her sensuality every exhalation a pledge of what was to come.
She imagined the viewer's stare locked on her all motion.
A secret world developing only for them a show of absolute passion.
The anticipation built a delightful ache in her middle.
She longed to sense the heat of admiration the excitement of being exposed.
Her fingers outlined her own lines a silent preparation for the emerging spectacle.
The thought of oiling her flesh sparked a flame within her.
Each drop would be a touch a priming for the supreme unveiling.
And as the time drew imminent her self-belief soared a luminary ready to shine.
