The down pillows that encircled her head were no guarantee of dream filled nights without his warm body beside her and the clock hands moved agonizing...ly slowly ( so slowly in fact that she would be tempted to buy fresh batteries the next day). And as she lay there surrounded by the night sounds of tree frogs and distant waves, how many times did she swear she could hear the tires as they turned up the long driveway? But each time she would roll over to the window and there peacefully snuggled. She was wearing a pink spaghetti strap dress that fell above her knees and clung to her every curve. It showed just enough of her 36C breasts to tease any man with eyes. As she turned around so I could zip up the dress I could feel my cock starting to harden atthe sight of the lacey pink thong she was wearing. I didn’t want to hide this beautiful sight but I didn’t want to be late to dinner either, so I zipped up her dress letting my hands linger near the top of her thong. I knew she felt it. I had made a playlist just for this evening, some soft, smooth jazz, perfect for relaxing while soaking away my cares in a big tub, even by myself. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. It started going over the information from the seminar but then focused in on the very handsome man who had been seated in the row in front of me and over a couple of seats. I had enjoyed letting my eyes wander over to him all day. He was about six foot tall, dark hair, and beautiful brown eyes. He had caught. ‘You never change, do you!’ said Tom. ‘Always looking to score aren’t you?’ Terry shrugged offering that Tom seemed to have his hands full with Cindy and Ginger was lonely so why should he not offer her some companionship for the evening. Tom had formed his right hand into a fist and seemed ready to belt Terry when Ginger intervened grabbing his arm, telling him to calm down because everything was alright. He turned to her with a wild look in his eyes which left him as soon as he saw the.