My arms are waiting and my body is eager to feel you, naked and aroused, lying on top of me... Detroit Metropolitan Airport was crowded as Suzanne and...her parents pushed their way through the mass of people to the arrival gate. Suzanne's hands were trembling, and she bit her lip as she moved, her body bumped by the throng of travelers disembarking. Her eyes were glued at the oncoming sea of faces, eagerly searching for the broad, handsome features and shock of brown hair that she had been. ***I should have locked my door that night. Heather and I usually locked our bedroom door every night. It was habit. I should have known he would have come to me. Maybe I even wanted him to. I would never admit that though. Not even to myself.Regardless of what I wanted though, come he did because at some ungodly hour of the night I woke up screaming around the hand clamped over my mouth.“Why are you screaming little one?” He asked in a whisper. “I thought you liked when I got rough with you.”I. " You know, Mr. Coffee for one - you interest me. Part of that interview wouldn't be taking place in the bedroom, would it?" Would you like part of the interview to take place in the bedroom?" I said, feeling suddenly brave."I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, laughing back at me in that soft sultry voice I had come to enjoy.Smiling mischievously, she said,"Would you like to put off dinner until later - so we can get to that interview right away?I could only nod - completely stunned!"I. I was excited and probably she was on cloud nine. That night, the sexy young nurse was about to experience the magical but unique sense of womanliness. She was gonna feel manhood for the first time. Yes, she was a virgin – a 20-year-old virgin Indian nurse.I am not sure the word I could use is coincidence or extremely lucky, but apparently, her employers or the kin to the old man were all leaving to their hometown that night. Priya was left alone with the old man for the next two days. Well, I.