My hands slid down over her hips, caressing her thighs, sliding down her legs as I kissed a path down over her soft belly. I felt her hand closing aro...und me again, firmly holding me as I slid toward her sex. My hands roamed along her legs and I was intoxicated as she began to purr with sensual delight. As I gently massaged the soft skin of her inner thighs her legs fell willingly apart revealing the opening flower of her sex. My fingers felt the pleasure of that yielding flesh, her whole sweet. L.H. I stood up from my chair, releasing me from my usual nightlife, sitting down in a comatose like boredom, drifting away into TV land. I flipped off the TV with the remote control and walked over to the refrigerator. Leaning my head against the cold metal surface of the refrigerator, I sighed and thought about what I should do tonight. I had literally no friends, at least not awake or in town that I could talk to, considering I had just moved here from Miami. This town was a piece of shit. Then she looked at me, maybe a little embarrassed, "Oh! I'm just chattering on! I'm sorry."Trying to smile, I said, "No, it's okay. Please stay as long as you can."Later she left and I was alone. For the first time since I collapsed at the crash site, I was alert and feeling normal, physically anyway. "Clara," I pleaded. "Clara, why so sudden? I didn't get a chance to say goodbye!"I finally let it go and started sobbing. It must have done something to the heart monitor, because the doctor came. As I said, I always give her my attention when she wants to talk. This time, she seemed a bit flirty and kept pulling on her dress as he kept one foot up on a chair seat as we talked. She was showing lots of thigh and it seemed like she was practicing her flirtatiousness on me. I was thrilled to be on the receiving end. I even happened to sneak a few upskirt videos as we talked. I enjoyed them very much, seeing her little striped panties against her mons. They appeared to be a thong, naughty.