I broke the kiss and gentlypushed him away."Take these and the wine through, I can manage with the rest!" I said ina shaky voice."Yes Madame, right aw...y!" Mark pulled off a mock salute, took theglasses and wine and left. I followed with the plates and food, my"lovely bum," wiggling with each step.Chapter 4: An Evening InAn hour later and I was nearly stuffed. Mark was on the sofa, whilst Iwas on the floor with my stocking clad legs curled up underneath me. Wewere safely separated by the coffee. I picked up and talked to her. Sarah needed a lift, she was in the bad section of town without a ride. Got dressed and on my way I was. When I pulled up, I see her hot sexy legs, and that she was wearing a short dress skirt. Sarah was a white blonde chic, her dress being black....kind of look that gets you in trouble in this part of town. Once in the car, we left...she was thanking me and telling about her broken shoe heel. When we get back, I walk her to her door. "Damn" she says, Sarah. Heavy, round drops splattered on the sidewalk in front of me and I could hear them impacting, with surprisingly loud ‘tings,’ on the metallic surfaces of cars around me. A few seconds later, I felt the first wet chill of moisture spreading across my scalp. Great, I thought. Spectacular. With another ten minutes left between me and the apartment, and no convenient places between there and my current location to wait out the weather, a cold soaking was pretty much assured. It had been a hectic. His weight bore down gradually on her and their mutual desire became intolerable.He thrust into her and she met and countered his movements with equal force, her fingers pressing into his skin, her knees raised slightly, her thighs squeezing against him. She surprised him by reaching down, her hand desperately feeling underneath him; finding the area between his legs and pulling upwards as though to force him even further into her. His passion grew even more and he felt the nerve-tingling.