The Sensuality of Silks and Satins

The Sensuality of Silks and Satins

I was writing a scene in my last novel where the main characters were staring out at a tropical sea view from the terrace of their beach house. Annie the Chinese beauty approached Barry who was clad only in a pair of sports shorts, drinking tea. My memory took me back to the real-life muse for Annie. Why that memory is so entrenched in my mind’s eye is so obvious to me, it was the fact that she was wearing nothing but a lemon silk chemise shift nightdress. Silk, loose-fitting short length nightwear with the thinnest shoulder straps. This vision of sexual enticement was walking towards me, her small rounded breasts moved slightly as her nipples clung to the material and became obviously aroused by the movement of the rubbing silk. She moved in close and snuggled under my armpit and reached up on tip toe to give me the good morning kiss. As I reached across her back and felt the silk, rubbing my fingers lightly into the cheeks of her buttocks, was it the silk, the memories of times before; she knew exactly what she was doing, she knew the effect she was having on me as she reached for my already erect penis, through the cotton of my shorts. I have memorised that scene many times. I ask the reader if they have similar recollections and what material was prevalent on their partner's approach?