She was wearing a gold and silver sequined dress that hugged her as tight as her own skin. It was strapless and the top cut across her chest just abov... her breasts. The hem line was right at the top of her knees, but had a slit on the side that almost went up to her right hip. She could tell the effect her outfit had on me and she spun around two times to show it off. I held her tight and kissed her on the lips and she told me she loved me and couldn’t wait for the rest of the evening. I told. .. sex. Finally, the last straw of the encounter in their hotel room when he’d turned up with another woman.Mike didn’t know what to do, so he said nothing. After a moment, seeing her, head down, unable to interpret her expression, he took one of the hands she was clasping together in her lap and held it in his, just holding it. They sat like that for most of an hour until Mike suggested sandwiches for lunch. When he began to withdraw his hand, she held on to it and turned and lifted her head. He rolled slowly onto his side and his nostrils were assaulted by the usual smells: rubber, latex and cum. Having a water bed to sleep on was a nice luxury, and one of the few he had, but while you could wash the comforter, the rubber mattress and rubber sheets were there to stay. After the seemingly endless fuck fests he'd had with Mistress Bayonetta, he was pretty sure the rubber bed would smell like cum, sweat and ass until the day it was dropped in a landfill. That's the way she wanted it. I rushed to assure him that it wasn’t like that. “We’re just friends, nothing like that is ever going to happen,” I said.Mandy returned and my friends soon turned the conversation to dating and enquired about her situation. Mandy let it be known that she had recently separated from her boyfriend but was so not looking for anything right now - she was happy being single and hanging out with her friends. As we drank Mandy slowly edged closer to me until her thigh was pressed against mine..