Während meine linke Hand genau damit weitermachte, ging die andere wieder nach unten in Richtung Hose. Ich wollte nun doch etwas mehr.Langsam glitt i...h am Bauch entlang und es kribbelte mir am ganzen Körper. Ich schob meine Finger über das dezent gewachsene Schamhaar und streichelte über die Innenseite meines Oberschenkels. An der Scheide angekommen spürte ich bereits die Wärme. Ich war schon etwas feucht aufgewacht doch nun rutschte mein Finger durch die Nässe direkt zwischen meine kleinen. “Why, Miss Scarlett, you are a sight!” I drawled.“Oh stow it, Steve!” she said with no trace of her Southern accent but a huge smile.We got into my Trans Am and headed for the north side of the city. Chez Paul was in the McCormick Mansion on Burton Street. I pulled up in front and turned the car over to the valet, then we walked up to the door, which was opened by a doorman. The maitre’d quickly found our reservation, and we were seated at a small table near the front of the room.“I’ve never. It made me look so whorish. And that precisely is why I shaved down there, to remind me that I enjoyed being a whore, at least the fucking part, that sex was the most pleasurable part of life. Maybe that's why I volunteered for the streetwalker sting, because I could do it like a pro. I probably would have enjoyed fucking the owner of that Benz if I had met him in a bar. And I wouldn't have charged him either.On the other hand, the most important man in my life would prefer it if I never. Truth be told, Amanda did have ideas about her man, and I had ideas, and even fantasies about her too! My friend Gabe had introduced the two of us at work a couple of months prior. We talked a little, laughed a little, and at the time, she was single, and so was I. But I met my lady and although Amanda and I talked about it, and even fantasized about it, I hadn't been able to find the time to go and see what this girl was all about.I went to the door, and when I opened it, she was standing.