" He was naked and right behind me before I could get to his door. I took him to my bedroom, turned quickly and grabbed his erect cock. Stroking it ha...d, I whispered in his ear, "I'm going to let you fuck me tonight, hopefully several times, but you can't tell, ok?"He nodded.I threw the comforter and blankets aside, and pushed him on to the bed. I climbed on the bed, and was quickly over his hips, labia 2 inches above the tip of his cock. I started rubbing my clit. Harder. Faster. It didn't. The tuft of red hair under my arm and the tangle below my belly was a return to a state before I had known Mike, while the little jade balls that capped the ends of the bars through my nipples and nestled above my left nostril and rode the ring against my clit were, like the tattoos, products of my changed relationship with Mike. As I drew a warm bath and sank into it, I continued to think about that past. I had met Mike Delos while working as an intern at his investment banking firm in Boston. Shikha grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go, I want to dance.”I came back to the present“What were you thinking?’ she asked.“I was wondering what you were wearing under that dress.” The words were out before I could take them back. Shikha smiled and whispered in my ear“I’m sure you would be impressed.”We went in and enjoyed a lot more dancing. It was 11 pm and I decided it was time to head back to the home. Some of the group came with me. Shikha wanted to leave but Tushar wanted to stay and go. She could see I wanted her to do something, whilst also the slight fear of what may happen was etched on my face. She offered a smile, where one corner of her lips curled to a cheeky, yet sweet and sexy grin of sexual deviance.Her hands found their way to my cock, as she took possession of it. Her hands glided up around the sides, towards the head, before one hand rode back down as she grasped a hold of my shaft and started to stroke it for me."Oooh!" I groaned at her touch. It had been a while.