" I laughed, though I was reeling inside from seeing her like this. I turned back around to collect myself and continue shaving when I saw she was get...ting up. I did catch a quick view of her perfect bottom in the mirror though before she closed the curtain again. I loved the way it lifted up, and I imagined that it would make it easier to see her pussy from behind. Easier access I guess. My view was too quick to see anything though."Can you pass me my razor? It's in the little pink bag." I. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.My boyfriend and I were relaxing on the beach. Something twitches behind his eyes. Knew it. As I start to walk past him, he grabs a hold of my wrist and it sends bolts of adrenaline up my arm and into my bloodstream.“I insist. A lady that got stood up shouldn’t be leaving here alone.”“You didn’t ask me to leave with you, you insisted I have a drink with you first.”“First.” He pauses. “I asked you to have a drink with me first.” Winking at me, he gestures at the opposing chair for me to take my seat. “Please, one drink, just listen to what. .. was soll denn Ihre Frau denken?“, sagte ich und versuchte, aus seinem Griff zu entkommen, doch er hielt mich unerbittlich fest.„Ach die... die kommt heute nicht mehr nach Hause!“, sagte er und warf mich mit dem Bauch voran auf den Billardtisch. Herr Schmitz spreizte meine Beine und schob mein Kleid über meinen Arsch. Da ich aufgrund des warmen Wetters keinen Slip angezogen hatte, lag ich untenrum nackt vor ihm.„Was für einen süßen kleinen Knackarsch Du hast!“, staunte er.»Bitte, Herr.