She was patient as Sam slowly unfastened the buttons trailing along the back of her dress. She felt the brush of his fingers against her skin as he went, light little touches that sent the pleasant heat of fire down her spine. "I'm sorry. This is the only dress I own."

The white lacy slipped off her shoulders revealing silky soft pale skin. She was wearing a pair of panties but Sam would so discover that Gwen didn't wear bra's.

Exposed, she slipped out of her dress, allowing the fabric to gather on the floor as she stretched out on Sam's bed. Her lips tugged into a blissful smile while her long blond hair fanned around her head in a halo. "This is perfect." Her chest rose as she inhaled and the peaks of her breasts hardened in the presence of the air.

Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at him, her arm outstretched above her head with the lovely shape of her frame on display. "Will you lay with me?"

Even before getting drunk, she hadn't intended to kick Sam out of his bed and had much rather they share it. There was room, as long as he didn't mind getting very close.