As her hand released me, I fell several feet until the curve of the garment between her legs stopped my descent. The Lady Petrova’s pubic hairs tick...ed my whole body. To my horror I became aware that she was aroused sexually. Her private parts were damp and glistening. As she hitched up her garments the cloth pulled me inexorably between her hairy lips which divided to receive my unwilling body. My own weight and the curve of her garment pressed my feet and legs inwards. Her hand squeezed. She is a tall slender lady, with long hair exceeding her shoulders. She was wearing a white T-shirt and short yoga pants. Her skin was yellowish white and she had a pair of unique green eyes. Our eyes met in an instant as I was checking her out and we both looked at different ways. I guess she was checking me out as well.My destination finally arrived and I stepped out of the train and made my way towards the supermarket. The whole city centre was crowded by a lot of people minding their own. “It’s what I truly want.”“Good,” he said touching, his wine glass against hers. “Then you’ll want to know my rules before we begin.”“I have rules to follow?”“There are a few basic rules on which I insist. If you are too sassy, I may have to add to the list.”“What kind of rules?” Diana asked, uncertain if he was being totally serious.“The first rule is – no panties. While you are within these walls, you will not wear panties or a bra. When you come in the door, you will remove any lingerie that. He took her face in his hands, kissed her forehead, then kissed each of her eyelids. She moved into him and their lips met, softly at first but then they were both ravenous, as if they had been hungry for something that only the other could offer. He laid her back on the bench and moved his hands up her waist to her breasts. He hesitated, wondering briefly if pursuing her just after shed disclosed how her sister had committed suicide would be in poor taste, but Grace arched her back under his.