He started kissing all over her face. He kissed her forehead, and her eyelids, and her nose, and her chin. He nuzzled his face next to hers, and kisse... her neck at the spot where her shoulder met. It sent a thrill all through her, and she raised her hips up against him. He suddenly got up off the bed and tore the shirt over his head. She reached up and undid the waistband of his trousers. As she slid the zipper down, she was pleased he was wearing no underwear, and his erection popped out. She. Since they were seated in my area I went over and flirted with him relentlessly; “ Welcome to Cobalt, guys. Our specials today are a duck confit and apple wood smoked bacon pizza and a succulent lobster ravioli in a chanterelle and shitake beurre blanc.” I ran my fingers through my tousled hair and thrust my ample chest forward; hoping Patrick would notice my assets despite my modest black t- shirt, apron and black slack ensemble. Oh, and of course I would pick to wear sensible shoes that day.. I saw myself in mirror again, beautiful sexy thighs, fair toned legs, and white, soft, and silky underwear.Suddenly there was knock on the door. I quickly wrapped a white towel over my legs till my knees and opened the door. Rahul was standing on the door, he was in office suit and looked disturbed. I asked him to come in. He looked at me once quickly from top to bottom and then moved away his face while coming in. When he was in, I could smell that he was drunk too. I closed the door so that. All she had to do was ask me to stop being gentlemanly to her. I got the reaction I had hoped for. She replied with a coy smile and confessed that a little rough is okay with her. Her married boyfriend was too gentle with her. I am not going to write about the first time I fucked the living shit out of her. I’ll continue from where I started this; the text message with no emoticon. I texted 3 back. That’s what I named her, number three. She was the third women I had introduced to rope, since.