Thirty minutes later she was in her hotel room, dressed in a neon pinklycra crop top with a scooped neck. It was the largest size they hadcarried and ...t stopped well above her navel, exposing her slim waistand tight stomach and emphasizing her large breasts as it clung tothem. Across the front the word 'Tease' was emblazoned in glitteringsilver. Her BDUs had been replaced by a pair of black spandex pantsthat looked like she had applied them with a brush and she wore a pairof short leather boots. After the first sip, he turned to Melissa. “So you want a buzz?” he asked. “Hmm,” she hummed over her second sip. “You girlfriend is screwing my husband, and I’m sitting here at the bar with you. I think that’s worthy of a buzz.” “I thought you were, you know, okay with everything.” “Oh, I will be after two or three of these,” she said, holding up her glass. “Melissa,” he chastened her gently, “You shouldn’t have agreed with this if it felt wrong.” “Oh, it doesn’t feel wrong,” she replied.. “Oh, you did, and I know we both... “Ha, ha, funny girl.” I interrupted, amused at her attempted humour as I played with her glorious tits. “You’re a bad influence and it’s rubbing off.” She reprimanded me gently. “Back to tit-fucking. It is something I have heard about but never experienced. Are you up for it?” “Feel for yourself?” I said, standing up and thrusting the front of my jeans toward her face. Her hand glided up along my thighs and across the zipper of my jeans. The mere touch of her. The christmas perfume from her grandmother that she dabbed on her neck, just behind the ears. And that lovely little mouth, where the mint of the gum she was always chewing, plus now all of their wetnesses mixed together. The fabric softener in the cups of her bra, the grains of beach sand still hiding between her toes. The pricey imported lingerie she liked had a thready smell that wasn’t hers yet, but it didn’t clash with her, either. And of course, the inimitable scent of a damp,.