She was tall, almost as tall as him, with a wide knowing smile and big dark eyes. Her lipstick was a shocking red and she was wearing a blue fitted ca...rdigan and jeans. Her shiny dark brown hair was shoulder-length and her figure was perfect: long lithe legs and, most exciting of all, breasts that were almost too large for her slender body.Not that John was in any way fussy. As an eighteen year old virgin who had never even had a sniff of a snog, he couldn't afford to be. But he'd decided he was. It was just that after the dozen trips between the apartment and the house, he had gotten into the habit of treating each box as if it held his wife’s favorite set of China.He opened the door and said, “I’ve got to drop off the key with the manager. I’ll be right back.”“I’ll wait for you, honey,” Jane said with a smile.She had been waiting for this day for ages. She found living in an apartment stifling. There was barely enough room to turn around. The kitchen was a joke. Her closet back home. "I'm Linda Pearsol." Dan Helton. Nice to meet you." Her handshake was firm and she had a positive air about her. No wedding ring. We talked about a few inane things while I mulled over the various reasons why a nice-looking woman like her would be chatting up an old guy like me. I didn't come to any real conclusions, so I decided to do what I usually do - go with the flow and see where it leads.Eventually the chatting took on a more personal note, and she started punctuating her conversation. I ask for anything else I can do?" "Sure, if you do not mind to put 2 plates and cutlery from that corner cabinet on the table”, he pointed towards the cabinet. I can feel the blushing of my face; is this the beer or the sex, I cannot differentiate nor I care to. Just as the nature would dictate, we both lean towards each other and kiss; our lips and tongues mingle for a quick round of pleasure. My heart beats much faster as the kiss lingers for a while but then he breaks off and tends to the.