As we lay on the bed waiting for the order to arrive, we sipped more wine, neither speaking a word. When the order finally came, Marty was considerate...enough to keep the server out in the ante-room as he signed the bill and the food was arranged on a rolling table. After the server left, we sat at the table in big terry hotel robes as we ate, both trying to ignore the undercurrent of sexual tension. We had almost finished when Marty said, “Don’t finish off all of the olive oil. We’re going to. Two weeks where maybe she could be a little more free with herself than usual. The holiday was a bad move for him, he really didn't see the changes that were occuring with Liz, and by going away it gave her the excuse and freedom she needed.A month or so later, her boyfriend left for his holiday on the Saturday, and Liz decided to go into town to treat herself to some new clothes. She wanted something a little more revealing, something that would clearly put her in the shop window. She. As I stand there trying to, which by the way is getting harder, no pun intended, to hide, because she will not stop staring, which is only making it worse (better). ‘So, uh, Katie,’ I say trying to get her to change her train of thought, ‘do you know where the office is on the 34th floor?’ ‘Hmm, sorry, do what, ‘looking up finally, ‘I was distracted by something, big.’ I feel my erection jump, ‘I asked where on the 34th floor is the office?’ As I reach down and pick up one of the two boxes.. I sat on my bed, which had a great view over our front yard and our street, so I could see when he pulled up. I had on a half-top that was the colour of the setting sun, revealing my flat stomach, and shorts that barely covered my ass. My black hair was tied up in a messy bun, and my blue eyes were highlighted with a touch of eyeliner. I had chosen a black lace panties and bra set, something sexy and young. My pussy was wet already with anticipation. I imagined him thrusting into me, filling me.