She wasn't as buxom as Wendy or some of the others, but I've never been much of a tit man, so that was OK. She was taller than most of the girls, with...long, tight legs that looked great in her short black skirt.Of course, life being the unfair bitch it often is, Denise wasn't on duty the day that I made my move. I waited for awhile, nursing a beer, thinking that she might be busy with a 'client'. I was about to give up and wait for another day when she came bustling in. It looked like she was. Without thinking, she sheepishly gave the man a smile which was met with grin and a wink, while giving her the once over twice. When he finished grinding his coffee, he gave Abigail one more heavy gaze and pretended to fiddle with his prize. As she began dumping her bag into the grinder, tattooed man casually waited behind her knowing that lifting the bag to the top of the grinder would lift her shawl up, exposing her ass. Abigail knew this too but was left with little choice but to give the. He wasn't sure how long he floated there, staring through the port. His mind wandered. Was this real? The metal walls felt real. The cushions of the command chair felt real. The light on his skin was real enough. So why did he still taste her? Why did he continue to smell her? Air wafted across his face from the ventilation. He smelled sandalwood. A lingering holdover, an errant memory, something he was reluctant to release into oblivion. There was a touch at his shoulder. "Marco," she said.. We'llhave the house to ourselves then, we can play," she said as her handmoved under the bedclothes and towards his groin area where it wasapparent she was massaging his penis."You are an awful tease," he said."Well I promise I'll be all action tonight," she said standing upstraight and re-buttoning her blouse. Embarrassed but happy the she nowhad somebody I went to my room and picked up the bag I had last night,before descending the stairs and collecting a short leather jacket of mymothers.