” I replied. “See you in an hour or so.” Simon was my hairdresser and one of my favourite lovers. We met at an adult party hosted by one of my b...est customers and it was quite a surreal moment when this fit, good looking man in his early thirties and totally naked approached me and asked me if I would consent to him having sex with me. It was a bit like asking a girl to dance but with a hardcore edge. Watching all the sexual activity going on around me and having been asked so politely, I. Certainly, more than I ever did. After looking around momentarily, Francine walked in from the bedroom She had a towel in her hand and was wrapped in a thick white terry robe that went almost to the floor. Her hair, still wet, was no longer pinned on her head but down slightly past her shoulders.“I thought you may have changed your mind,” she said when she saw me. “You seemed a bit reluctant when I mentioned this to you. I am happy you decided to come up.”She nodded her head towards the open. The soft, silky skin of her back, her long, slender legs, her sides and the tiny hint of her stomach and small tits . . . I could imagine so clearly. Not to mention, her tiny, tight, round little ass in those skimpy yoga shorts. I wasn't even trying to keep her from noticing now. With each stroke of my hands up her back, I was thrusting my cock against her upper thighs and ass. She was moaning with each one and I closed my eyes and imagined that I was actually fucking her. I pictured us in the. He unbuttoned the top of her dress and slowly lifted her off the ground so he could expertly unhook her bra. He took the nipple in his mouth and sucked ever so slowly and tenderly. HE was gently nipping her nipple with his teeth, and she was getting more and more turned on. She reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His member was swollen and erect, she gasped as it was freed from the confines of his trousers, and the size of it became apparent. She wrapped her hand.