He carried on looking into my eyes as he undid my buttons. His fingers were trembling a bit. I held my breath, to keep my breasts still, but then I started to run out of air, so I had to suck some in. His fingertips brushed against me, his hand looking for the next button.
I could feel the heat from his body, waves of it moving from him to me. When he had undone the buttons all the way down to my thighs he slipped the dress off my shoulders. I was glad I had my nice underwear on. White cotton.
He stood in front of me – his body so close that I was tickled by his chest hairs – and reached his arms around me to undo my bra. He took the straps off my shoulders, and the bra dropped to the floor. Then his body heat pulled me in, and I was pressing myself into his chest.
His hand held the back of my head, gently, like I might break. I heard the sound of a car arriving. He stepped back, and my arms moved to cover my breasts. But then I realised that I might’ve died today, without any man seeing me naked, so I let my hands drop.
He looked at me standing there in only my panties and my muddy veldskoene, and he smiled. That wide white smile that made my heart somersault.
‘Lovely,’ he said.
He grabbed his shirt and left the room, closing the door. I finished getting undressed and climbed into the bath and lay back in the warm water. The ice inside of me was slowly melting.