I began to feel for the edge of her knickers but discovered that she didn’t have any on. I slipped my finger slowly over her slit and found that she...was already wet. My finger dipped inside. All the time I watched her eyes and she stared back, watching and gauging my reaction. “A wet finger,” I said as I pulled it out and presented it to her. Before I could do anything she sucked on it. “My turn,” she said. “Obtain a measurement.” She didn’t say anything else. I watched as she walked to the. She ran every morning. Where does this girl live? On my day off I decided to park by some trees to watch her run past so I could follow her, just to see where she lived. She had a small little house, just a neighborhood over from where I live. Typical girl living with her parents.One evening I decided to drive by the place to see if I saw her. I parked on the other side of the street and watched, and watched, until finally I saw her in her bedroom. I was too far away to see what she was doing. That appealed, also, even if things were made so safe it was practically pointless.None of these ideas sparked his enthusiasm, he realised, because he had no-one to share the experience with. Apprez ski lost its appeal when all he could do was get drunk while watching others pair off to bed after a day on the Piste.He just wasn't that good at picking up women, he thought. He wanted to cut the bullshit and get straight to the point. At least Mary was a straight talker. 'A little socialising?'. She needed to rummage around in her underwear drawer for a couple of minutes before she could find one that she could wear comfortably ... a red, lacy one that barely managed to contain the curves of her breasts. Emily stared at her breasts for a while in her bedroom mirror, wondering if they would burst out of the bra. She giggled. I kind of hope they do, actually, , she thought with a wicked smirk, as she began to run her fingers lightly over their swells and curves. She let out a soft sigh.