"I was thinking you wouldn't turn up." She was flushed and agitated, "it would have been all my fault, I shouldn't have badgered you over those bloody...silly names." I handed her the book I had bought at W H Smith's on the way over to her house."I stopped to get this." It was a paper back copy of ' Death to the French'She gazed at me for a few seconds then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. We stayed like that for a moment."You better let me in, your neighbours will be throwing a. Instantly, I wondered if Id caught her looking, or if she had just reeled me in with her incredible eyes. It didn't really matter. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular one. I was regular too. The routine was always the same; cabernet, very rare steak, baked potato, and my favorite Caesar salad. I never had to order. I just had to show up and control the pace of the meal. I was a woman of routine. The eyes that were. Without realizing what he was doing, he dropped his valise near the trunk of a tree and continued past the point at which he normally stopped. A light shone in one of the windows and it attracted him, much like a moth to a candle flame. As he came closer, he noticed a shadowy figure crossing back and forth in front of the window. The logical part of his mind understood that someone was in the room and that he should stay away from the window. But, he felt a presence within that called to him. ........ Please now". I flicked the thin straps of the lingerie off one shoulder and then the other and Penny reached down and lifted the garment off. The soft candlelight danced off her bare breasts. We were now both topless and only in g-strings and stockings and we moved towards each other again and embraced, our bare breasts squeezing together and our lips meeting as we kissed deeply. Jan's crotch was against my thigh and she ground it slowly but firmly ground it against me. "Come with me.