She landed sitting on my thigh, me holding her with both hands round her ass and slowly she slid down my leg to make contact with me. I leant forward ...and kissed her on the mouth, firmly. Then leant back to take in her lovely shape, so well hidden by her normal clothes when she was dressed. She, the soap long since left to its own devices, had both hands on my shoulders. That changed when she glanced down and said, “I’m not wasting that!” and holding my aching dick eased herself onto the end of. She grinned and set the blouse back down as she attacked me. Her arms surrounding my waist as she purred, giddy just like a school girl for her elder. “ Yes Master Dawson,” she cooed softly. “I'd love to be your naughty school girl for today and any other time you want me to.” I grinned and said, “Well, how about we both get dressed and go get you some breakfast, I'm sure you're hungry for something besides my body.” Her eyes drifted over my still naked frame taking note of the fully flaccid. On the periphery of the damp spot was a faint whitish dry area. I'd seen that before. Her essence, right there.Looking closely, I found a few curly hairs. Yes! Pubic hair! A thrill shot through me and another ratchet of my madness slipped. I was teasing myself. Delighting myself. This slow, measured -- even controlled unfolding of a treasure -- heightened my arousal.I kept for last the real prize, the scent. I was already dizzy with desire and hard with my lust. Bringing the panties to my face,. You are amazed that I even know of these things we do when we go away. It’s Friday night, we finally have a weekend to ourselves to get away, I have secretly arranged everything. I can selfishly have you to myself. You believe that the weekend is full of chores that need to be done around the house, but I have the secret safe. As you enter the house, from working all day you notice the overnight bags near the front door, you smile because you know that means I am taking you away for another.