As far as i went closer to her i turned down my voice and at the end was whispering to her air. she was stacked already to her table, but i went off h...r, and waited her reaction. she as if didnt take it seriously, but i saw in her eyes the lighted fire... she was in the trap, soon or later she'll gonna be mine- i thought, passed her my paper and went back...but as far as i was stepping to door more i heard her breathing going. if i looked back i believed that i will see her skirt freed to top. His hands in my hair, and my arms around his neck. His tongue danced with mine. It had been a while since I'd been kissed like this. Deep, thoroughly and with passion. He pulled down the halter portion of my sundress, my tatted and tanned breasts falling into his waiting hands.His large hands cupped my 44F breasts. Kneading them and tweeking my large dark nipples. I began stroking his cock, hard and slow. Relishing the feel of his thickness in my small hand. He sat down in the chair at his. But now instead of working in a store down by the ocean, I am cooking in a hot kitchen at a restaurant in a busy city. The kitchen is hot, and I’m glad my hair is short. It’s mostly a thankless job, and more fast-paced than what I’m used to. The pay is lousy, and I’m wishing I was a waitress again instead of a cook. Every night when I get out of work, the first thing I do is go home to my cheap rented room at a pay-by-the-week motel and take a shower. Then I lay in bed, trying not to think of. " I told Bill, more nonchalantly this time. After all, I had watched her routine at least twelve times by now. I left good neighbor Bunny to her strip tease and returned to my painting."Doing what again?" Bill asked, as if he didn't know. I guess he thought I would forget he had watched Bunny's routine at least twelve times by now, too. Standing right next to me, no less. My paintbrush hit the wall with a wet splat followed by the shush-shushing of my up and down strokes."You know. Shimmying up.