“ Would you be so kind and help me with my bags” she was holding out a small bag, I almost grabbed it from her, It weighed next to nothing but if ...t meant I would get to keep her company for a few more minutes I would hold onto it like a drowning man holding onto a lifebelt, “ I’m parked on level 3 upstairs if you wouldn’t mind taking it to my car for me” she was already walking out of the door with me following close behind.We took the stairs up to level 3 to the parking bays, she had a her. “You don’t love me. Hell, you hardly know me.” “How can any man be so incredibly wrong in one sentence?” she asked, looking up to the ceiling. Facing me she took a huge breath. “Okay, look. Maybe I don’t have all the ‘I’s dotted and the ‘t’s crossed like you do. But, there’s something, okay? When I broke down in the limo, you remember?” “Yes.” “And you held me. You wrapped me up in your arms and I could feel it then. That’s when I started thinking, what the fuck was I crying for? I was weeping. I wanted to have her the moment I saw her. Not that she was all that great to look at or anything — great enough though: mid to late thirties, a woman’s figure – not some skinny k**’s bod with no know-how, not fat either — ordinary I guess. But one look and I knew she had it, and knew howto use it She gave me a bit of a look too as she asked me in. And there was enough in the look to get me good an’ hard right there and then. I’d have my hand around it jerking off tonight, on the strength of it. “Get in the shower,” I command her. She doesn’t say a word, she just gets up and removes the shirt as she walks over to the shower door, slides it open, steps inside and turns around to look at me awaiting further instructions. “Turn it on.” She does, and stands there with the water falling on her. I love this part. I have always taken great pleasure watching water fall on the female body and following single drips of water slide down over their shoulders, down the curves of their breasts to.