" Sherrie's cloud of hair engulfs me as her head turns, her eye meeting mine, her face turned back towards me as far as it can go. Her eye looks at me... waiting and knowing.My hot face, blushing, burries in her hair. I laugh a little, my smile cathes some of her hair between my teeth. There is a taste slightly metalic, slightly salty,her light sweat and heat, her body, sitting her marinating all this time durinf her homework and her stretches. There is a fresh night time aroma of her,and then. And then I had got there and I knocked on the door I was waiting no answer I knocked again she opened the door and right away I couldnt help but notice she was wearing blue jeans which looked great around her arse and and little crop top which showed of some of her tanned belly. Already was she looking to good to turn away and I could tell she had made an effort I walked in and into the living room ‘you alright?’ ‘Im really good thanks’ she replied? I went on and said ‘ where this junk then’. I got a Bloody Mary and he got a scotch on the rocks (“Glenfiddich, not that well crap!”) and this time when he sat in a booth I slid in next to him. I felt a slight tingle as my thigh pressed against his, and I know my nipples were hard for sure. And I am not sure if I was flattered or disappointed when he only glanced down once to look at them poking though my dress. Flattered, because instead he looked into my eyes and seemed to be most fascinated with them, or disappointed because either he. I slipped them on. They really felt sexy against my smooth skin. I thought to myself, "Careful, you are starting to enjoy this a little too much."We then finished dressing and went to dinner. After dining we went to the Wheelhouse Bar to enjoy some drinking and dancing. While we were dancing cheek to cheek Angel said, "I have never felt your bare face against mine before. It's kind of nice, but I do prefer your snowy white beard. I prefer your rugged, distinguished look!"I suddenly felt a tap.