I could see his eyes literally feasting on my feet then moved up my legs. His eyes paused on my tits before stopping at my lips.Oh! I wanted him to sp...ak to me. I wanted that so bad!He said, "Hi!" That one word started it.His name was Brian. It turned out that he was an independent film director and producer. One thing led to another, and then I let him drive me to his apartment. His apartment was a huge loft layout in a trashy side of town that I had never seen before.He poured me a drink.. It's very sheer but you probably couldn't see anything in our bedroom with it drawn unless it was nighttime and the bedroom lights were on.Next, I turn the water on in the shower and get in once it's warm. I wash myself thoroughly, dry off, and still naked, go into the kitchen. There I put in a k cup and make a cup of coffee with a little sugar and a lot of cream.Coffee in hand, I curl up on our leather couch to enjoy my drink and read a good erotic story or two on my tablet. I like to sit on. ‘How stupid could you have been? Oh, I know. You drank a little too much once or twice.’ ‘More stupid than that, Jerry.’ ‘Confess, dammit. What did you do?’ ‘Well, I had an affair, it lasted a couple of months during that time.’ Jerry’s mouth fell open: the beer mug he had at his lips leaked foam onto his shirt, and he didn’t care. ‘You were fucking around! And you’re still alive? I would have bet Jayne would have killed you, or at least cut off the offending parts.’ ‘What Jayne doesn’t know,’. Moving onto the day she finally collected the car, she described the lunch at Donnelli’s and cruising with her friends Suzie and Jodie. ‘Hey! Where’s my drive?’ complained Steph. ‘Be quiet!’ scalded Julia. ‘When I got back from cruising with Suze and Jodie, I was shocked when I turned into Fahrenheit St. to find Mark parked in front of the house.’ OMG how much do I tell them? What will they think of me? ‘I saw him.’ interrupted Jeanette. ‘Silver Mercedes. Cute ass.’ ‘That’s him! He had dropped.