Breaking the kiss, I moved my hands to her pants, I opened her jeans, as I thought, no panties. ‘looks as if you had this all planned out?’ Jean m...aned as my hands lowered her jeans, moving off the lounger, I slowly pulled them off. Jean knew what she wanted, as her jeans fell to the floor, she opened her legs wider. Jean must have shaved this morning; her pussy was so soft and smooth, her lips opened as she spread her legs, I lowered my mouth to taste her. ‘oh fuck...’ she moaned as my tongue. After that night I permanently changed my walking path, forcing myself to forget about the woman and move on. Which was how I found myself at the bar once again with my friend, who seemed absolutely determined to set me up with someone. Just as I was about to give up and go home, I saw her. Perched on a barstool across the room. And she saw me too.She said something to the people she was sitting with and stood up, making her way confidently across the bar towards me. It felt like my whole body. She looked down to see how the glow from the candles all around the bathroom created dozens of sparkling suns that glittered in the oil on her body. She could almost feel as many eyes upon her as the heat inside her grew stronger and her needy nipples ached for more. Another handful of oil poured out as she put her right leg up on the side of the antique white claw foot tub.She knew how she looked in this position and was thrilled with how exposed she made herself. Feeling even more beautiful. He wondered what it would take to convince her they belonged together. What would it take to keep her here? He quickly squelched that line of thought. If they were as drawn to one another as he believed and hoped, they would be able to work something out. After a bit he came back inside and locked up. Groaning with a pleasant weariness he climbed the stairs, barely pausing as he passed the door behind which Helen was sleeping. It was so nice to have her here, under his roof. Surely what they.