To which Rishi kneeled down and started clasping my lower legs in his palms and trying to feel my waxed glossy skin. He then pressed his face onto the...middle of my skirt resting his cheeks on my thighs. While doing this he inserted his palms underneath my skirt and started feeling my shapely calfs. He murmured, Akriti, you are extremely fair complexioned and on top of that you wear these dark coloured clothes that rather than hiding your body brings out the hungry wolf in entire male crowd. Occasionally, she would mummer things that, most of the time, he could not understand. She always seemed to be smiling when she was talking to herself. He could make out the name, Jason, and a lot of giggling. Terry never worried about it too much. His relationship and his trust in her were too strong for this to bother him. He assumed that Jason was a childhood friend, or a relative he hadn't met. It could possibly be an old boyfriend or someone she worked with, who he didn't know. He never. I filled my glass, collected my thoughts and started to tell him. I don’t mind admitting I was feeling a little nervous. I said that it all started on one of my coffee mornings.I explained how I was discussing his upcoming birthday with Mary. I wasn’t sure what to get. Mary suggested a sexy treat and it sort of developed from there. He asked me where I got the busty woman from. He wanted to know how I made contact with her. I just smiled as I thought to myself, here goes nothing. I said that. He wanted a picture of me. I sat on a log, right at the side of the stream, my bare feet splashing in the water and my jeans dirty, and he took my picture. He must have used an entire roll of film on me sitting on that stupid log, and I loved every second of it. Then, suddenly, the water had somewhere to be. It rushed over my feet, shocking me with its newfound energy, and I laughed. I felt something oddly cold on my back, then a rush of water came down the hill, toward my log, toward me. I.