’ at the end she drops the top and lets the bottoms fall to the ground. She’s naked, her perfect body glistening in the light, her hair teased but...still covering half her face with her hands on her hips. I have a childish grin on my face and I politely clap. ‘Wow, baby, that was unbelievably sexy.’ I tell her, my hard-on still firm and full, while my eyes continue to drink up her image. ‘Well we aren’t done yet lover.’ she says playfully as she crawls onto the bed and moves towards me. She. By now I had induced or convinced my wife Sudeshna for a full body-massage, nerving up her not to fear if this massage eventually culminated into a savage sex between that stranger guy and her, and she was reluctantly acquiescent for this bold tryst. But she had cautioned me at the same time that it was incidentally not a safe day for her, nor was she on the pill. Her being in unsafe period rather further augmented my excitement, anticipating that her masseur might impregnate her in his first. How to respond. How to say no. I just stood open mothed and silent. I looked into her eyes, her face between long dark hair. I was looking at a young woman's face. My mind knew different but my eyes saw woman. Within a few moments we were sitting at a table with drinks. She had asked for Champagne cocktails. We made small talk and I complemented her looks. It seemed the nice thing to do. She had her hand on my shoulder as she looked at me. I wondered if anyone was watching us. I looked. Her original intention had been to stop him from saying anything about the column area where the cameras could hear him, but, as soon as her mouth locked onto his, her worries, the cold, everything except the man whose arms were suddenly crushing her to his chest, all went away. Time did, indeed, seem to stop for both of them. Only when the kiss finally ended did either realize that, for however long the kiss had lasted, they had been totally unaware of their surroundings, which on 2214 could.