"Do you know how beautiful you are Dallas? Thant long blond hair and angels face. Big green eyes. Curves that wont quit. Damn. Since you stepped off t...hat plane I cant stop thinking about you." Thanks I guess." I said looking the other way. I really was embarrassed by all this but I still ached for him. To know how he felt. To know what it was like with him..."Will you let me see more of you? Don't be shy Dal. I know you want me as much as I want you." he said putting his arms around me. First. Gilded mirrors, red luscious carpet and claw footed velvet sofas. I love this kind of extravagance; I love that I can afford this lifestyle. Looking around I walk over to the velvet piece and run my hands over the soft material, sighing appreciatively I drape myself over the seat and lay my head on the arm. The velvet caresses my skin and my back arches as an involuntary shudder rolls through me; this is true ecstasy. I let my hand snake its way down my body, pushing aside my French lace. She had been closed mouth about what she wanted that night, nothing about what she was going to wear or anything. She went into bathroom and showered and fixed herself up nice and pretty. She came out of the bathroom totally nude with her face made up tastefully with pink lip gloss, she had gone to the hairdresser that week and had her blond hair, normally naturally curly, done in a straight hair style. It was hot to see her with straight hair, like she was another woman. The spa had waxed her. So I dropped a coin from my pocket. As I picked it and was rising up again, I brushed my hand and head along her leg. I moved my head back in its original position but left my hand remaining lightly on her upper thigh. She immediately gave me an annoyed offensive look but seeing that I’m a young sweet looking boy of 18 she changed her mind. She understood my adolescent needs. She shook her hips gently and smiled looking the other way to indicate that I should go ahead, but secretly. But she.