Though the room was dark, my eyes were adjusted, so it was easy for me to see her by the bed. I had been up all night waiting for her to get home. She... was wearing a black leather skirt, a white, sleeveless blouse with collar that was very form-fitting, and which buttoned down the front, though it didnt go that far down because it also nicely showed off her midriffand the little gold bauble that hung from a loop at her navel. Carrie, my wife of five years, has always had very nice abs and she. Our drinks arrive and we quickly drink them. A song comes on that you love and you grab my arm and drag me to the dance floor. I am saying my rejections as we walk to the floor because I don't really know how to dance, but your looks and body language convince me to join you. We move on the floor and find our own space to dance in. You dance close to me to help me avoid being embarrassed about my dancing. You start to grind yourself against me and suddenly I don't care about my embarrassment. " She called out.There was a slight pause as she heard him splashing in water. He was bathing. She added that to the tally of good things about him, he chose to bathe before making love. "Very good, please wait in the bedroom, Amelae." He said.She went into the next room. It was spartanly furnished, with only a bed and a large desk, covered in papers. At the foot of the bed was a large, heavy-looking chest. She looked at the bed, unmade, but quite comfortable-looking if a bit short.Her short. I gave him a twenty for his troublesand brushed my tits against him several times as an added bonus.I returned home, I unbuttoned an extra button of my blouse for the benefitof the gate guards, before I drove into the garage and parked up. Icarried the bags a few at a time into the house, taking them upstairs. Itook my shoes off and poured myself a glass of mineral water, no winebefore swimming after all. I undressed and pulled on the micro bikini topand then the thong. It rode up right.