I followed on,wishing I could become invisible. "Our car's been stolen from the pub carpark, you see." Oh, that's a bugger!" said the barmaid. "Have y...ou phoned the police?" No," Elaine said. "My phone's battery's dead, and Carolyn didn't bringher mobile with her. We were hoping there was a phone here we could use?" Yeah, sure," the barmaid answered, pointing to a payphone at the far endof the bar. "Help yourself."Elaine hurried along the bar to use the phone, leaving me standing alone.I studied. The author retains all rights to this story.Michelle's StoryBy BootloverIt all started, as it so often does, with that odd combination of boredom and curiosity. Home alone, the wife and kids away, some sexual energy built up from watching the young secretary at work, or an R rated movie on TV or just reading Playboy and the need for gratification builds. He started just by trying on a pair of his wife's sexy panties. Little did he know but Michelle was born.Over time wearing women's lingerie,. Her French-Indonesian heritage madeitself evident in her olive-coloured skin, long straightraven hair and delicate features. Her large almond-shaped eyes seemed to captivate anyone she looked at.She wore a long black dress with a mandarin collar thathung nearly to her ankles. The fabric seemed to hug hercurves, swelling over her prominent breasts,accentuating her flat tummy and flaring back out overher hips and buttocks before falling gracefully to herankles. She was bare-footed, which seemed. The sparse, gossamer blonde hairs on her mound were just as I remembered them. She was still flawless.I used my tongue on her labia, my thumbs holding them open to allow penetration. I ignored her little clit at first until I could resist no longer. She reacted just as she had in the past. He hips began to undulate and her groans and breathing told me that I was pushing her closer to her orgasm. Everything was so familiar, except it had been more than four years since we had made love.I didn't.