She wore a white blouse open just far enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair looked amazing, she must have washed it. She pecked me on the cheek ...and I could smell some perfume, or maybe just shampoo. Either way it was a lovely fresh and clean smell. She looked me up and down and gave a small nod of approval. ‘I hope you’ve got an appetite,’ she said with a wink, and turned back into the small kitchenette. The food smelled terrific. I opened us a beer each and watched her bustling around. ’ Your face was very close now. I reached out the other hand to cup your face. There was light stubble over your cheeks. I felt my way up to your ears, rolling your lobes between my fingers. I combed my hands through your hair. Pulling your head down to mine. Kissing you for the first time was both pleasant and oddly familiar. None of those fireworks that magically happen in stories. Just a lot of flirting and teasing, our lips touched in soft pecks, prolonging the moment. I could tell you. This stopped him. She heard him sigh.At this Michael spoke up. “And Reed,” he paused letting his Deep Male voice sink in, “He likes her stupid Irish temper.” He then proceeded to hang up the phone but not before Reed yelled,” Who is this?”Silk noticed that Michael’s hands were clenched into fists. “Michael, I am sorry about that. I shouldn’t have baited him like that.“I’m not mad at you Silk. I am mad at Reed. You don’t treat women like that, like he did, especially since he dumped you. That. Understand???Yes master.? He began. I tensed all of the muscles in myarm but I hadn't expected the water he had applied to the brush. When it hit itfelt super tickly. And while I managed to let him traverse my elbow when he hitmy armpit I jerked and he started over. In fact it took a further two attemptsto get past my sensitive pit. Then the brush hit my nipples which were nowcompletely solid. I gasped as it hit but managed to keep still. Realising thatI was holding up pretty well, he decided.