I'd lost two stone and spending three times a week at the gym had toned and defined my body. Two weeks in Spain had given me a beautiful golden glow a...nd it was about time I treated myself to some sexy lingerie.From the outside, the boutique looked like someone's house. The front door was imposing and black, with a doorbell. My friend at work had recommended it. The mannequin in the window wore high cut silk French knickers in soft pink and a matching push up bra with a burgundy velvet ribbon in. At the backdoor, she knocked hard and in a minute or so, after several hammerings, an upstairs window came open and her father yelled, "Who the hell is that?" Me, Daddy, I'm home," she answered.The window slammed down, and she stood and waited. Soon her sleepy-eyed father, wearing his old robe over his nakedness, unlocked the back door and hurried off toward his bed. "Talk tomorrow," he said over his shoulder.Vixen got in the paper, turned on the coffee maker, fried some bacon and then. It felt amazing, the open air swam around her exposed skin. She felt like a statue, some monument set on the roundabout, an ode to freedom and sexual expression.She was frantic now, from inside the mask she could see the traffic moving slowly, faces pinned to the windows, mouths open wide. She screwed it harder. Give them a show she shouted to herself, give them what they want. Her nipples were hard and she sent a hand up to pull at them. Her shouts were now loud and powerful, the tension. It raised, amongst other things, the hair on the back of my neck.Not a great deal later as I’d had a long day I turned in, perhaps a little earlier than normal. Maybe she heard me turning off the light, maybe not. Half asleep, I was vaguely aware of the door opening and then closing. I felt the bed move as someone got in beside me. Monica said, ‘Sven - I’m lonely - hold me.’ Always a gentleman I decided I had better do so…Now, I sleep naked, and so it seemed did Monica. I discovered that even.