She laughed at how quickly he moved, flattered by the enthusiasm, and leaned back against him when he held her from behind. Like Angie, she'd never considered herself a wilting flower, and sometimes enjoyed a little manhandling - within reason.
"Oh, I'm sure there'll be explosions tonight, but they won't be accidental."
Once they were through the doorway, she moved out of his arms and turned around, holding her hand out with her index finger raised, asking him to wait where he was. She slid her bolero off her shoulders, then reached behind her back, undoing the zipper of her dress, and slowly drawing the halter around her neck, and the dress down past her hips to pool at her feet. She then sat back on the bed in her bra, knickers, stocking and garter, leaned back on her arms, and gave George her best seductive smile, made all the better as it was genuine and not merely an act.
"Are you going to give me a show now?" she teased with a come-hither look in her eyes.