He sits across from me, smiles and proceeds, "Okay Masha I think we need to talk. So what can you tell me about the battle at Ms. Donaldson's cabin?"I...initiate my featureless facial façade and reply, "I have not given you permission to call me by my informal name. You may refer to me as Ms. Reynolds. I am sorry, but I do not have any idea of what you are talking about. I was in the cabin busy tending my son."He laughs, "Come now, Masha..." I glare at him and he corrects himself, "Come now, Ms.. Thank goodness for panty-liners!But the office was risky and having nearly got caught fucking in his car in the basement car park, we tried to keep our liaisons away from the office, often taking a hotel room if we wanted a long steamy session. As he was engaged and I had a boyfriend at the time, even this was tricky, but we both revelled in having sex with each other that we managed at least three or four times a week. Four years later, I’m married and he has a girlfriend but the urge has not. Anri pulling back from the kiss presses her legs out before he pulls them up to his shoulders, each thrust now rocks the mattress. Water slams against the sides of the bed, sweat rolls from their slick skin to the waterbed. Her nails moving down his back as she pulls him down towards her breasts, trying to hold him. A whimper escaping her lips as he pulls back and kneels between her legs wrapping them around his waist, thrusting as his hands slide under her hips lifting her high, pulling her. So warm, I thought. Might as well make myself comfortable.I turned over on my side and closed my eyes for a minute. When I opened them, that’s when I saw her.There was a gorgeous blonde girl walking towards the water in her black bikini. She looked so exotic. So beautiful. Someone I only envisioned in my wildest dreams.I would see hot blondes in bikinis at the beach all the time. But something about this girl was different. She had amazing curves. The way her waist looked in that swimsuit was.