She slowly started to gyrate her hips, and take her clothes off. Starting with her top. Her breasts came free, as she pulled the top off, letting go o...f the fabric. her hips always moving. She slowly ran her hands through her hair, down her neck, caressing her breasts. Michael couldn't take his eyes off her, his head fuzzy. He didn't even try to resist. A hardon, clearly forming in his pants.Slowly her hands moved down to her tight tummy, and then to her skirt. She unzipped her skirt, and it to. She lets out a little gasp and her knees buckle for a moment but she doesn’t open her eyes and manages to keep herself propped up against the shower wall. She moves her hand away and I lift the toy keeping it pressed against her so her pussy lips are licking the sides and letting it slip gently through their kiss. When the vibrator reaches the top of her vagina, I let it slide back down, this time angling it so it enters her hole. She takes another deep audible breath and begins moaning. I. I reached out to touch her, but she moved away and wriggled a little, shedding the tight jeans below her hips. She stood naked before me. I stared at the beauty of her body. She was completely clean-shaven, with a puffy mound. She opened her legs deliberately. Then she slipped the fingers of one hand between her legs, and showed me her pussy-lips, just parting her labia with two fingers so that I had a glimpse of the glistening pink treasures inside her folds. I moaned and felt an orgasm. A note was sitting next to the things she had taken from my pockets on the dressing table. It was simple and to the point.“Dag, it was a lovely time (except for the bath). Help yourself to coffee and anything in the fridge before you go. The door will lock behind you automatically. Kisses, Peg”She was not expecting me to be here when she got back.She was not expecting anything.I sneezed. A cold, acquired, no doubt, from my dip in the river and subsequent fever, was settling into my head and.