I stop in shock. My eyes trace your form from head to foot and back. I cant believe me eyes. Youre standing in nothing but an apron making breakfast. ... slowly cross the room, still not sure if Im awake or still asleep dreaming. I can see the beads of sweat rolling down your neck. You wipe them off with your palm and keep cooking, as if you being like this is normal. Youre too warm. The sweat keeps dripping down your body, making you glisten in the sunlight from the window above the sink. Each. I was shaking and seemed to be transfixed. She told me not to worry and said that I must promise her to go around to her house on our night off. I agreed. Our night off was Thursday. How I got through the next few days was difficult as all I seemed to do was masturbate. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was going to fuck the woman I'd had a crush on since I was 12. I just couldn't wait to get my hands all over her. I asked one of the chefs about sex. He actually drew me a picture of a pussy. She arose from under the pine tree and stripped her clothes off and turned towards Brad who was standing there watching her. He swiftly approached her and grabbed the hair on the back of her head and slowly pulled her head back exposing her neck to him. He kissed and nibbled on it hard making her gasp. His other hand slowly slid down her body making her quiver hard as he reached her pussy.He parted her lips and slid a finger inside of her. He finger fucked her hard until her hips started. There he was, bathed in the trembling sunbeams, sitting on a comfortable old chair, his eyes half-closed as if struggling to wake up from a sweet dream, his beautiful brown curls loosely spread over his forehead, in his right hand he held his half-empty coffee in a rather careless manner. A perfect picture of la jeunesse sans soucis. Upon seeing me, he made the gesture of inviting me to sit next to him. My parents, who were eager to integrate into this small society of the seaside resort,.