She was 18 years old (I was 23).I am a tall guy with an athletic body and she was about 5’1 and was slightly dark and had long hair that flowed half...ay till her back and had a really pretty and innocent face. She had a really hot body at 32-26-34 and from the moment I saw her dancing and waving those pretty hair, I was turned on. She was dancing bare feet with her friends and I was instantly attracted to her toned legs. She was wearing a top and shorts that left very little to the imagination. Vincent reasoned that it must have been a sort of cafeteria where people came to relax as well as to eat or simply to be social.He told himself that it was not worth investigating since any food that had been left in there would have long ago turn to dust. They kept on walking until they stood at the top of a wide stairway that went down. Everywhere he looked it was clean and tidy - except for the dust of course. Once they reached the foot of the stairs, fifty feet below, they found themselves. ‘Don’t do that to me!’ ‘I’m waiting.’ Shit. I could tell from the hard note in Alice’s voice that one, she had no intention of apologising, and two, that there was no way I’d be able to duck out of answering the question. I deliberately took my time over placing a pair of polythene-wrapped maternity jeans on the stockroom table. ‘They weren’t in.’ She sucked in a reproving breath. ‘Liar,’ she snapped. ‘You chickened out again, didn’t you?’ ‘Alice…’ ‘Sam, you’re leaving the country tomorrow.. “Okay, now is time for your massage. Go through this door and lie down on the massage table.” I enter a room with two massage tables parallel to each other. Miko walks in with smiles at me as I lie on the far table. “Oh boy,” I think to myself. I look around me and the walls of the room are all a giant mirror as well as the ceiling. Recessed spotlights bathe each table with a soft glow. The door opens and Alice my wife walks in, as well as a tall handsome bronzed stud wearing a Speedo type.