I would be coming back and MUST NOT be seen as a street hooker. Yet that’s what Clark wanted.After the maid left I put on flats and looked for the s...airwell. I was in luck it was only 6 meters from his door. I assured myself that I could exit the stairwell.I relaxed in one of the comfy chairs for 10 to 15 minutes. At 10:30 I started thinking. “I’m free until Clark at 19:30. Damn, I’m going to have to buy my own lunch.” I put on my most padded bra leaving my top blouse button open as a little. They make their way to the side of the bed, holding onto each other and kissing, while he takes her shirt and bra off as she sits on the bed. Reaching over, she takes his shirt off and pulls him on top of her. His hands wandering to her breasts, her nipples getting turgid, he takes in a mouthful of them. Tasting her skin as she melts underneath him. Taking his time he moves from one to the other, then back again. Listening to her breathing getting faster and little moans coming from her. She. ’ ‘No you’re not, but you’re closer to me than my grandmother was, and you shouldn’t be alone on your … I mean … on a Friday night.’ The smile that spread across her face made him feel warm inside, knowing he’d just done something kind for a friend who’d done so much for him. ‘Archie, I know what you meant. I’ve been able to read a calendar since I was in the 3rd grade. But it’s sweet of you to remember. Only … I have an old friend coming by for dinner on Friday night. Hey, you wanna join us?. He looked down at his fingers, crept under Erica's shirt, pressed against the bottom of her breasts. He paused, staring at his fingers, the tips hidden under the bottom of her shirt. He was suddenly torn. He was just innocently rubbing her stomach, trying to reassure her sleeping body. It was just an accident, hitting her breast. If he backed away now that's all it would be. But his fingers desperately wanted to press on. To feel more of that soft yet firm flesh. His fingers pressed against the.