I was mesmerized by the gaze of her sparkling green eyes. “Excuse me, sir. You’re sitting in my seat,” she exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm. “...h, really?” I quipped with a smile as I started to stand. “Stay. I am just messing with you.” She placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pressed me back into my seat as she walked past me. “May I join you?” she inquired as she sat on the couch on the other side of the coffee table in front of me. “Uh… Sure. I’d like that,” I stammered. She leaned. Damn, they feel good. I hand her the jacket and as she starts to put it on I stop her. I take her shirt and bra from her and say, “Just keep it over your arm for now.” I put my hand in my pocket, take out the money and slide it into one of the back pockets of her jeans. She smiles at me and says, “Thanks.” I slide my hand around her waist again and we keep walking. She is starting to enjoy the idea of walking around topless. I look at her and say, “Enjoying being an exhibitionist?” She laughs. He was caresisng her soft skin. "You are so beautiful Miss Lewis. Why don't you put a nightie on now? I want to see what you look like ready for bed." She reluctantly left his arms and made her way to the bathroom picking up her nightie on the way. He watched the wiggle of her amazing ass as she walked. He intended making full use of that. A few minutes later she emerged. She had a pink lace baby doll nightie with matching panties. The pink lace was hgihlighted with red bows. "Show yourself off. “Is that what you say to all the girls?”“Well, some I suppose. But only the ones I like!”Dinner was really good, a very simple meal of fresh seafood served on another terrace overlooking the sea. The highlight was probably when a young Spanish guy came in selling roses – he stood by the table and asked me if I’d like one “for your beautiful wife,” which made Ann laugh out loud. The rose seller apologised, and asked if I’d like one “for your beautiful girlfriend,” with a smile. Of course I.