That made her smoldering pussy tingle just a little bit more. She walked up to the raft and sat down inside. She nonchalantly rested her right hand on...her thigh, trying to look as natural as possible. The lifeguard turned to his console and pushed a button, and a bar pushed her raft forward towards the dark tube, and her world was plunged into darkness. Quickly, her finger darted for her pussy as the raft started to accelerate inside the darkness. She quickly shoved the material of her suit out. She stood still for a brief hesitation. Then she smiled. Wickedly…Slowly, seductively, she started stripping out of the suit. A shoulder at a time. A leg at a time. She stretched far down to make sure that her feet got free, bending her ass towards the ceiling.When she stepped into the shower she took her time. She used all but all of her allotted amount of water for the day and washed slowly… Luxuriously…***She didn’t have pubic hair. He didn’t know why this exited him so much, but it did. He. "Would you like a cigar to go with it, I haveDutch or Cuban?"He laughed. "Is there anything you don't have, you're a marvelloushostess."I poured myself a very small liqueur. "I don't entertain very often, I'mtoo busy at the moment and when I do, I like to make it as nice aspossible. Now, the cigar?"He shook his head. "No thank you, it would make the room smoky and Iwouldn't be able to see you clearly."I came back to the settee with my very small Green Chartreuse and satdown a little closer. So, we continued the chat and upon inquiring she said her sex life was also satisfactory. Then I lost hopes of meeting my reader and I was hesitant to chat with her anymore.Once she started to trust me fully, then she started opening up. Her age was 30 and she belonged to a rich family in Bangalore. She told me that she was checking my behavior about how I behaved with an elderly woman.Reshma revealed the real reason for approaching me, that her married life was going on well. But her husband.