She had a number of fantasies, easily deduced from these sites, that included interracial, BDSM and, notably, exposure. She had a number of dark fanta...ies but of course the exposure one was interesting, given the situation she was about to find herself in. This is, perhaps, my favorite part of the story, knowing she had the fantasies and rubbed her slutty cunt to the idea of it or even to it happening to other women, not knowing she was on the radar of one such exposer.It didn't take long for. I was wicked but the orgasm was wonderful. JoshuaWe rented a place in Corpus Christi through AirBNB for our consummation. Ruth was on the pill now and we were excited about Valentine’s Day.We moved the furniture and put the bed in the center of the room. We changed the bedclothes to ones we’d bought. Candles, scented oils, and Andre Bocelli music transformed the condominium into a boudoir of tranquil repose. Her words, not mine.To add ceremony, we undressed/dressed separately and met at the bed. ‘Jack? It’s me.. Laura. Um.. can I come over?? there’s no power here..’ she said, sounding nervous. ‘None here Laura, and you’d be out of your mind to get out in that rain..’ ‘I know, but.. I’m scared, and need some company,’ she told me, the sound of her voice reminding me of a lost little girl for some reason. ‘If you think you can swim that far, you know you’re always welcome over here.. didn’t need to ask ya know…’ I told her. ‘Okay.. bye.’ ‘Bye.’ I hung up and went to make sure my door was. It didn't seem worth it.Though she knew it had been.Damn!Gingerly, long legs moving with slow, careful grace, she got to her feet. Her eyes went to the clock: four-ten a.m. And then she heard a noise.It was muted, barely audible. Charlene strained, concentrated on picking it out. It seemed to be coming from downstairs. Quickly, she pulled on her robe and loosely belted it, then went down the steps as rapidly as she could -- considering her delicate ache.The sound was much clearer at the bottom.