The white linen of his shirt billowed gently against his chest in the coastal breeze, tan slacks riding low on his hips. He was speaking, but his atte...tion was focused entirely on her. She settled back against the lounge chair, raising her face to the sun. It had taken a long time for her to become comfortable with his constant attention, his scrutiny both overbearing and addictive. She had wanted his absorption, but she had been convinced that she shouldn’t. Months of dedication to his cause. '.' Monica hurried . down the driveway to the street. She ran quickly to her car and climbed in, only then giving vent to her emotions. She cried, ashamed of what she had done.CHAPTER TWOMonica stirred, kicked the sheet off her naked body. Squinting, she looked at the clock. It was only ten. Automatically, she reached for Steve. "Shit," she grumbled; her hand hitting the empty side of the bed. "Shit... shit... shit... Shit...shit."She sat on the edge of the bed, her head pounding as she. You sit down and I am on my knees, at your feet. I stare at your skinny, bony feet, moist and bruised after a long day. I kiss them gently, licking the slick leather. I can't get enough of that moist pantyhose odor. I take off your heels and massage your feet playing with each sexy toe, bringing them close to my nose and breathing in deep, pressing my lips against your warm little toes. I rub your hot feet against my neck down to my chest, feeling the smooth pantyhose against my nipples,. As Steve was rubbing her faster it was evident she was close to coming. I slipped my hand under my own skirt and ran my finger over the front of my knickers, God it was good! As I watched Mary I slipped a couple of fingers into my wet pussy rubbing my clit with my thumb, I needed shagging. Then Mary moaned out loud and it was apparent she’d come.As my fingers worked their magic I was close myself, I watched as Steve stepped away from Mary as she was hung forward visibly out of breath and.