The first was her nudity.While I could have her nude any time I wanted it, pretty soon it was enough for me to pull down the top of her toga to get to...her breasts, while lifting up the bottom of it to run my hands up her thighs and rub her womanhood in preparation for my entry. That was enough foreplay to get me ready and it seemed sufficient for her. Considering how much deliberation I was giving her for sex—although I always made sure she was well lubricated and ready, which never seemed to. We stepped inside the apartment, and instantly I started taking off clothes. I figure that we were going to be naked at some point that night anyway; why prolong the inevitable? Before I got too far he motioned for me to follow him. We head into a walkthrough closet. I could see the bathroom on the other side. I thought, “He wants to fuck in the shower? I can do that.” he stopped me in the closet and pulled in real close. He reached behind me and flipped off the light. He then reached. No one was lookingat me. He pulled harder on the back of my thong and I couldfeel it pull deeply into my nether lips. I was completelyenthralled and my left hand reached back and pressed againstthe side of his thigh. This complete stranger whose faceI couldn't even picture was fondling my ass and makingme wet. I didn't know what I would do when the door opened.I could feel his erection prominently pressed againstme, my skirt was exposing most of my bottom and he had hishand hooked in my. I ended up telling her this, and boy has my fanny hole been wet and throbbing ever since.We got chatting one afternoon after I'd finished cleaning her kitchen. I could feel her watching me as I was cleaning the oven. I've been with a couple of women before when I was in my twenties. I knew what she was after, or thought I did.We sat on the sofa and had a chat for about 20 minutes, nothing major, just girltalk. She asked me if the money she gave me was enough for me, and did I want to earn any.