His height so perfect for her that when his arms were around her waist, her head was tucked right up under his chin where her lips could press against...his neck. Truly the man of her dreams. Everything about him designed to entice her senses. Pleasure so sweet it was almost painful quivered across her, as his lips blazed an untraceable path over every accessible inch of her body. From her fingertips up her arm and shoulder, coming down across her breast long enough for his tongue to tease first. We didn't have snow up on the north coast of New South, my wet weather gear wasn't suited to real snow; by the time I got back to the guest house I was staying in; I was soaked. Alice was in the room with me. I stripped. She was shocked, her mouth opened and an expression of bewilderment clouded her face. She gargled. "I ... I'll wait outside"."Rubbish!" I replied. "I was wet and cold and I reckon you should do the same". She fumbled, unsure of what to do. She was wet also Heather. I stood her. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but she was in my bar, and now, inevitably in my head. “Leave it alone, Alex,” my bartender laughed. “You’re not her type.” “I’m every girl’s type when I need to be,” I smirked. “Even hers.” Kelan knew I’d always had a weakness for girls like that. They. ‘Lie down.’Geraldine dutifully lay on the desk, as Kerry squatted over her boss’s encased face and proudly pushed and rubbed the bulge in the shiny stretch of her skintight satin panties, through her tights, on Geraldine’s face, which was already distorted and compressed under her tight nylon mask. Geraldine stroked, smoothed and patted the compressed silky bulge, in awe. She nuzzled and kissed the soft bulge through her mask. ‘Oh Kerry,’ she whispered, as she delicately licked and smoothed her.