We had our shoes off, feet pointing to the t.v., and he started rubbing my feet with his. I let this continue for several minutes, then I reached my h...nd to his soft smooth cheek and turned his face to mine. I looked into his big eyes, he looked at me from under his cap. I leaned in to kiss him, and he let me, returning my passion with his, pressing those soft pink lips into mine, tongues darting back and forth. I put my hand up under his shirt, to finally run my fingers and palm over his. I remember one morning, our first encounter; she was sitting on the couch, wearing only a short white t-shirt. Her wavy black hair sat seductively on her shoulders, accentuated by her long black eye lashes defined by her piercing blue eyes. Her skin looked so smooth, slightly tanned and well cared for, craving for my touch. She would smile at me so sweetly, and stare at me in a flirtatious manner. I could not help fantasising about this woman, she was very attractive."Christ! Who turned up the. She would not bind herself into a marriage that was likely to restrict her freedom and leave her bound and sexually unfulfilled like her first one.She also told Stefan about her holiday experience in Majorca, not sparing him. She and Susanne had a fun-filled time. They had met two friends from Bochum, nice, fit, presentable men, that courted and eventually conquered them. Here Irmgard grinned. ‘Susanne was bedded on the second night. I resisted for longer!’They spent all the holiday together. As the boy opens the bottle and starts to pour the champagne, I make my move. “Great! The champagne’s here,” I say as I stride out into the open, wearing only my garter, stockings, and heels. The service boy looks at me, stunned. So does Jeff, for that matter! I take the glass from the boy’s hands, making sure my fingers caress his, and take a sip. “Wonderful,” I proclaim, and sit down on the sofa, my back to them, and look out of the window over the city. Jeff pays the boy and sends him on his.