I don't remember what I was doing when you entered the room in that purple silk robe of yours. You caught my attention when I noticed you were bare underneath the robe.
You smiled at me.
I smirked.
My hands reached behind your lower back and pulled you close against me.
"Hey you, can I see what's underneath your robe?" I whispered in your ear.
You took a step back from me, looked at me in the eye, smirked, and untied the front of your robe.
I stopped breathing.
The robe only opens slightly and I can see a bit of your breasts - the robe still obscuring your tips.
My eyes are locked to your chest, hoping that the robe will open up a bit more...
And I woke up from another dream of you.
Damn.
Damn, I'm such a pervert, but I can't help but replay that scene in my mind over and over again.