She was of first generation Polynesian origin, Thick blue-black hair down to her waist. By the time she was a junior she was 6' 2" tall, and weighed a...bout 150, not an ounce of which was fat. She had a 30 inch waist, and 40 D breasts, topped with a face that one man remarked "some day someone will kill for that" She had a natural grace and agility and had played basketball on the "first team" since her sophomore year. She had lead her school team to the state championship for her final two high. "And your humorous and cute too! You are an amazing woman!" i then said."Oh please!" she replied back blushing."But tell me more?" she then asked eagerly.Over the next hour or so we sat at the bar chatting and drinking, and flirting a little too, until i asked "So your husband isn't around then?" No. He's gone to a comic convention with his friends!" she replied with an unhappy sigh."What! He doesn't want to spend time with you?" i asked back."Only when it's on the schedule!" she replied back. "Hey, let's have lunch together."Scott hesitated, thinking of his seriously depleted funds, then agreed. He hadn't seen Harry Halliday since Chicago! Harry had been a junior executive with a sporting goods manufacturing company and on his way up the corporate ladder. Harry was close to Scott's age, but looked much older now.The two friends walked down to the Golden Pheasant restaurant and sat down to a dry martini and lunch. Harry explained that he was still with the same company, but that they. 'No, don't stop. Please.' I felt hands at the waistband, felt my jeans sliding down over my burning cheeks. I wasn't wearing anything underneath.I heard Jeff's intake of breath. 'So beautiful', although whether he meant my ass or his handiwork I didn't know. My jeans were tugged over my feet. I felt totally exposed, at his mercy. The belt swung again, a full, hard Crack! against bare skin. I lhad never experience anything like it, and let out a howl, back arched, head back, eyes prickling with.