It was a fairly warm evening, the kind of night for a stroll with someone you love, to just walk around town, enjoying each other's company without th...e need of a conversation to keep each other engaged. What's the term for that? Ah silence.Back to the hotel room...I was standing in my robe waiting for you to finish in the shower. I was enjoying the scotch over ice as I watched the scene of the city below me. The darkness was alive with movement, a city that never sleeps.You exited the. My round boobs were covered by a tight sweater, my long shaped legs in black yoga tight pants. Everything was fine, until I realized I had missed the right way to that nice green park. Now I was running in the middle of a wrong and dangerous neighborhood. And it was too late…"You will be fine just by cooperating a little bit". The black figure said."Cooperating how?" I asked in a shy way."A hand job…" He whispered in my ear. “A simple one…”A simple stroke job, I thought to myself… and I could. And the cute little freckles under her eyes across her face.And that cute little way that she always cocked her head just a little to the left when she was listening.And that way her eyes widened just a little bit when I reminded her of my love.And especially that cute little dent in her side that was the bullseye for driving her absolutely nuts when I was tickling her.When the little imperfections that make her, her, turn you on, heed the signs: You're in love. I was in love. With a lovely. I love you, Lynda… but damn… Why did Diana have to wear that dress tonight? She looks practically naked and she sure knows how to move her body… Diana glanced at their friends and she noticed the way Tom was looking at her. She grinned and closed her eyes. I think Tom likes my dress a little too much! Maybe I shouldn’t have worn it… Why were you so insistent that I wear this dress tonight, sexy man? Her eyes popped open when he spoke aloud. ‘You know it’s my favorite… I bought it for you on our.