The room is warm and the heady scent of candles hangs in the air, the yellow glow from their flames jumps and casts shadows on the ivory walls and the... white sheets I am lying on. I stroke the smooth skin of my belly and breasts as I wait, my fingers trailing the outline of my already excited nipples.When she enters the room, the statuesque frame so lean and beautiful, long dark hair loosely held back with a decorative clip, it takes my breath away. She smiles as she slowly moves towards the bed. So she attempts to one up me and starts to un buckle my pants and i feel her very warm hand slide in under my silky boxers and she started stroking it ever so gently knoing that it would turn me on even more so take my hand from her bra and pull down her jogging pants just to her knees as she was still sitting next to me in the small seats and rub my fingers slowly but firmly on the outside of her already soaking laced thong and again i could feel her freeze from sheer exstacy i could tell she. They are pretty tight and I'm not going to be able to get to you like I want to as long as you're wearing them. I glance around. Where should we go? My car? No. Not enough room. Not for our first time. Not when we have the whole restaurant to ourselves. The walk-in fridge? If we weren't both soaked to the skin, I'd say yes, but I don't want to ruin the sensation of this perfect, late summer shower. That really only leaves one place, the manager's office. It's got a clean enough sofa and a very. I feel so full. Ungh. Oh my god. It’s such a good one. It moves around inside of me. It feels like I’m getting fucked by a large thick cock.”“Honey. Darnell is a very nice man. He asked me all about our relationship. I told him how much we love each other and how we understood each other sexually. He thinks we should finally end our engagement…”My heart dropped and my mouth went dry and I stopped jerking off.She repeated, “Darnell thinks we should end our engagement and I should get married to.