The whole room was flooded by the afternoon sun coming through a long row of windows to the right of us. We knelt barefoot on a sprawling couch covered with a soft and fluffy material bleached by the sun. Her robe, providing much room for her long legs and arms, appeared to be made of a similar material. We were laughing a lot, teasing each other all the while. Ever closer to her, I was already drowning in her hair and skin and laughter. Sensing suddenly that there was nothing to protect her underneath her robe, I found myself lunging forward, sliding my hands up her thighs, silky and warm, grabbing hold of her waist, and hoisting her up into my lap. For a brief moment she was straddling me. To my surprise, I was naked, too. Giggling, she stretched her arms above her head and threw herself backward in jest, twisting and squirming to pry herself loose. As she turned her back to me, we both fell forward; I was on top of her. Holding her firmly around her waist, turning her body round again, and searching for her crotch with my bare teeth, I caught a glimpse of the soles of her soft feet and a whiff of her behind, washed in haste just before my visit. For some reason, that very smell made her so much more endearing to me, and I grabbed hold of her with new determination. Perhaps she reminded me of my wife? Soon she was straddling me again, her rather large but elegant body willing and at ease, her eyes closed in expectation… But I woke up before she could impale herself at last and before I could figure out who she really was.