Standing in the middle of a strange room clad in only a bra made me feel more foolish than being naked. Questions flashed into my head in no specific ...rder like, who lives in such an expensive bedroom, where is the matching thong for this bra, how did I get here, where are the other girls I was with last night.The shower was behind the door to my right so I went to the door to the left. Bingo, across the sofa was my little black dress, my shoulder bag and my shoes sat on the floor. Still no. After finishing my drink, I went back upstairs. I sneaked again through the curtains.My cock twitched in my shorts as I watched Catherine was there, cleaning the mess from a party with friends she had got earlier.I quickly pulled out again my growing dick and began to jerk it.Her smooth tanned legs and perfect ass made my cock very hard; Cathy was wearing now very tight yoga pants and a sporty bra; which made her nice little body look even sexier than naked…I stroked my cock and watched her. I never want to leave. I don’t want to return to my hum-drum life and my boring job. I want to stay here in this bed, warm and satisfied, until the day I die. With my eyes closed tightly and a warmth I’ve never quite felt before enveloping me, my mind races with memories of our initial meeting the previous afternoon. First, I recall how your face lit up as I turned the corner and came into the dining room of the restaurant where our first meeting was to take place. Your soft eyes danced as I. He looked down at his feet and again apologised for barging in but truly he didn't know I was there. I told him it was one thing to barge in: it was another thing to stare.'But they're so nice... '" The cheeky sod," said Karen. "Did you slap him again, good?" Nah, just caught his ear with a nail flick. I must admit, I had a good laugh afterwards and neither of us ever mentioned it again."We sat curled up together on that sofa and chatted and giggled away the evening. We were well into the.