Dabbling

While searching through my closet, I found a criss-cross cut-out deep brown dress with the tag still on it. For a few scraps, the name brand made it worth much more money. After slinking into it, I glanced in the mirror once I was over. The small amount of fabric haltered over my breasts, the cross accentuating my stomach, the double high slit skirt, I was in love with this. My wet hair fell loosely over my shoulders down to my hips. I felt like a sand queen of sorts.

I walked downstairs to find it deserted. I heard a voice echoing from the pool. I veered around the corner to see Dimitri and another man. He was stunning. Dimitri was handsome and sexy, don't get me wrong, but this man looked like a chiseled god. He was tall but a few inches taller than Dimitri: his light blue, nearly white eyes contrasted against his midnight-black hair. He was tan and toned. His physical presence alone spoke volumes. I played with my long, wet hair before going out to them.

"Ivy," Dimitri smile