‘You bastard, you set this up, didn’t you?’Itching with frustration, I looked at my window cleanerzipping up his jeans and running a squeegee do...wn theglass. He wiped away all that lovely come and my plansfor the evening with it.‘I think I win round one. You see work can be sexy.Was he any good?’‘Good, he was fucking brilliant. Although hiscleaning’s crap. He’s left the window all streaky.’‘That’s ’cos he’s a builder. You don’t think he gotmuscles like that nancying about with a sponge do. He doesn’t hesitate, as he begins to kiss her he breathes in the soft fruity smells of her hair mixed with the rose oil and to a lesser degree the smell of her cum that still lingers on his face. His hands roam across her chest, belly, and furry patch. He nibbles gently on her neck and ear lobe sending shivers up her back. Her nipples grow harder under his touch. He loves her flat, smooth belly, running his finger around and into her belly button. He reaches up and unfastens her front-hook bra,. She put on a skin tight, cream, lacy camisole, satisfied that both the shape and size and also colour of her stimulated areole and rigid nipples were fully visible through the lace. Parting her cunt lips Kim felt the source of the wetness of the love juice that had run down her inner thighs and in the mirror could see the enlarged throbbing pink clitoris that had burst out from under its hood and now stood upright three quarters of an inch in length. Like a moth drawn to a light her hand was. She was also a very strong person and she certainly wore the trousers in our relationship.Our friends lived quite far away and as my car was in the body shop we had to rely on public transport, in particular the underground. Madison was also wearing a tight plain t-shirt and no bra, she didn't have to rely on bras as her breasts are lovely and perky.We approached the underground and moved briskly down the stairs into the dimly lit underground section. It was late and it wasn't a particularly.