It is pleasantly cool; again tingles of pleasure shoot through me, just like cool raindrops on my skin. I need no more invitation. I will forever be g...ateful to Oltos, my lost love, for many things. One of these is that I am a fine swimmer and diver; indeed I would say that my confidence and ability in the water would now rival his. He would have been proud of me. Standing with my feet together, I flex my muscles, extend my arms and lower my head. I dive and say a silent prayer to the unknown. My strong hands are massaging your feet, one at a time. Some say there are certain pressure points in your feet that releif pressure and hieghten arousal in your feet, I try and find those diligently. Getting a few sharp intakes of breath and a few moans of how good my hands feel, I take it I am pushing all the right buttons. Moving up the underside of your legs, I continue my massage on your muscled calves. Working my hands and fingers into your muscles, kneading out the knots. Moving. She had all of my dick inside her, and now she was rising up. Look at me. I said and her eyes flew open. I could sense that she was embarrassed. I kept staring into her eyes while she lowered herself down on me again. Soon she was moving up and down in a rythymic motion and her breathing was getting faster. Her hands were on my chest for support, bringing her boobs together. I massaged her boobs, pinching her nipples and she let out a moan. She started increasing her tempo and I started. My long legs were also visible with the stocking top and suspender belt flashing into view as I walked. When I returned to my room I giggled to myself. I picked out from my now heaving wardrobe a very short silk shift dress with a vibrant fuschia pink and white floral pattern and little flared, pleated ruffle at the bottom . The scooped neck showed off beautifully my ample breasts. It tied at the back to emphasise my slim waist. I teamed this with white wedge heeled gladiator.