Dress was to be smart casual.Saturday evening found him outside her flat in an East London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a...Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn’t seen the light of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening’s entertainments.Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell push, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her. I kissed down her neck and back up to her ear. I nibbled on her lobe and ran my tongue around the inside of her ear. This caused her to moan softly and tighten her legs around me. My hard penis was pinched between her cunny and my stomach. “I want you Albert, take me to my room,” she whispered into my ear.Still holding her, I turned and walked through the dining room toward the hallway. Our lips pressed together as I passed the bathroom, the spare bedroom and turned into her room. Her room was. I had a little under a hundred bucks in the project, but I liked it, and the components would last a hell of a lot longer than a fifty dollar book case from china. I was barely able to get everything into the back the open space of the Metro. What once was the back seat and trunk, just didn’t have a lot of square footage in it.“When I got home, I found a couple of tubes of silicone caulk and assembled it. The configuration was a table top about three feet off the floor. It backed up to, but was. Now he took the time to take a good look.Sandra had never been exactly bashful about showing off her body, but even for her, the outfit she wore seemed excessive. If there was still such a thing as a proper hem line, her dress was at least an inch above it and at the other end it was cut just deep enough to show more cleavage than it should.He realized of course that he was looking at her though the eyes of his friend who she had hurt. That it wasn’t too long ago that he loved to look at her.