"Stan… It really is you!"
She didn't hesitate. Mia stepped forward and threw her arms around him in a fierce, desperate hug, pressing her entire body flush against his.
Her soft, ample breasts molded warmly against his chest, full and yielding through the thin material of her gown. The sudden closeness hit him like a wave, the sweet scent of her hair, the subtle tremble in her frame, the impossible softness of her curves.
Stan froze for a heartbeat, stunned by the rush of sensation and the flood of distinctly dirty thoughts that followed unbidden: how perfectly those heavy breasts would fill his hands, how her body would feel under him, how those thick thighs would wrap around his waist. Heat stirred low in his belly.
Then instinct took over. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding slowly up and down her back in soothing caresses, feeling the delicate ridges of her spine beneath the fabric.
