I have always enjoyed my curvy figure, hour-glass as some call it. My breasts are large, too large in my opinion, and my ass is nice and round. I smil... as I turn and gaze at myself in different angles. Satisfied, I head into the room to find something to wear. I settle on my favorite pair of faded jeans that hug my ass just right, and a sheer white lace top with a white camisole underneath. I don’t normally wear make-up, but I quickly add some eyeliner and mascara on my almond shaped eyelids. I obliged them by opening the blouse hooks. The cleavage was looking like a tight pussy due to her tight black bra. I unhooked the bra and both the melons jumped out. The nipples were hard then. I started squeezing one breast while tasting the nipple of the other with my tongue. She held my head close to her breast. I undid her sari and untied the knot of her petticoat and pulled it down.She looked very sexy in her pink colored panty. I was impatient to have a glimpse of her paradise and pulled. " No," she smiled, "I meant for a woman. It must be wild." And hey, what's your specialty?" Love," she tapped him lightly on the nose. "Hot blooded, sweaty, physical love." I'm for that," he proclaimed and began taking off his clothes. When he finished undressing, he reached out and tugged at her scarf. "This would be a nicer present than a stocking. You know, something to hang on my rearview mirror, sort of like a good luck charm."Jill took off the scarf and flipped it over the back of his. I looked up at his cruel, handsome face. His grey eyes. The grey crew cut. The scar under his thin mouth. The cleft of his chin, stubble coming through. I smiled back up at him, passing my tongue slowly over my upper teeth."Shut up, sir, and kiss me." I said.***Later, I lay close to naked on the sofa by the office kitchen as he made us coffee. I looked at the clock above the kitchen door, which read 20:46.Jesus.. I remember a jumble of recollections. Thinking, shit, a man's kissing me. With.