Well it wasn’t long until that towel started to slide off slowly. I couldn’t believe this I am almost 19 years old and in a room with a beautiful ...37 year old woman which whom had no kids and a husband who was never home for her. I was getting hard now with the thought that her towel was slipping and I would possibly get a view of her stunning body that I been dreaming of seeing for a very, very long time. I covered it up with my hand trying to hide and it happen her towel fell and I got a. I wasn't listening to myself anymore. I was watching her lips."I did."We both watched as her hand made contact with my leg. It was almost a comforting, friendly gesture. But we both knew there was more to it than that. She had leaned over closer to my face when I looked up from her hand."I liked seeing you watch me," Karissa said. "Mistress."She kissed me. I could feel her back arch into my side. I put down my wine glass and clutched at her face. My robe slid to the side and I allowed one. At least, unless she was willing to throw in her lot with the most depraved Raider gang that would not be shocked or ashamed of her. But from what she had heard of Raiders, she would sooner be a loner than become one of them – assuming they didn’t just eat her as soon as they grew bored with her.Thus lay the odd contradiction in her life. The only sexual release she could get (apart from one night stands with men who just wanted to use her) came from creatures that were a threat to her life.. She kept shooting sideways glances as her brood gathered up beach blankets and coolers and all the rest of the paraphernalia a family brings to the beach. I teased her for a moment, pretending to have completely forgotten her and her watching me until they started up the beach. Then I rose, stretched up on my toes and flexed my body, twisting back and forth to get the kinks out. Still not paying attention to her now wide-eyed appraisal, I strolled on a course that intercepted them at the open.