How does it matter what do they think of me. Why should I be bothered about their judgement? I really wanted this night to be ecstatic and that’s ex...ctly how it is turning out to me. This made me feel little comfortable, but still I was wrapped up by covers till the neck. I was thinking, “is this what I was waiting for. If it was about breaking the shackles, why should it be just about fucking one random stranger? Should I think off 2 guys in one night? Is this turning out to be some porn. Tell me what the problem is?) She got consoled somehow and told that her husband is always fighting even for small issues. Every day and night he is drinking a lot. Then I started consoling her. After sometime she lied on my shoulders and started crying I didn’t know what to do. Slowly I wiped out the tears on her cheeks and told her not to worry I am there for her always. She looked puzzled and even I, since I didn’t know how I got the courage. Few minutes later I slowly started caressing her. . While I could delight in this for seemingly forever, there is more to enjoy, and to welcome to our shared delight. My right hand reluctantly squeezes your right breast, closing on, and slowly pulling off the end of your knotted tip, then sliding down your soft tummy, my hand turning from cupping downward, as if diving, tips leading South, until I bring my hand to slide over, again molding over and cupping you. Less restrained, my hand moves between your legs, the heel of my hand pressing. .. and as I contemplate the evening coming up, I am quite excited at the thought of meeting him again. My mind wanders. I decide to have lunch after a few minutes... am distracted by the trees outside the huge windows... as they sway in the breeze. Its so peaceful. I lean forward to rest my elbows on the windowsill and gaze at the far distance. The far off noise of the traffic lulls me into a comfortable state of mind. I hear a soft sound. And then the click of the door. Locked. My heartbeat.