"What do you think?" She holds the dress still in plastic flat against her body."Why not go the whole-hog and try it on!" I am at a loss.She looks aro...nd as if expecting Sasha to appear and scold her for messing with her stuff. "Promise not to tell," she says, smiling now while placing the dress down on a central cushion-topped bench before taking off her tailored jacket.For a moment I think she's joking. But when the jacket is gone and her fingers start to unbutton her blouse, my bemusement. I was stir crazy at the hotel so I walked to the Irish pub a block down the street. Inside the bar was a little dull, I ordered Guinness and stepped out onto the patio. It was a beautiful night, perfect for sitting outside. Most of the tables were taken, so I struck up a conversation with a couple that were sitting off to the side. Their names were Mike and Dianna, an attractive married couple in good shape, white and probably in their early 40's. They invited me to grab a seat and hang. I hugged her and we went to her flat. We had our Dinner together. After the dinner she went to the bed room for changing her clothes. I’m very frank and free with her and she too. She is like my best friend to me. When she was changing her dress, I saw her beautiful curves, it was hanging. Her cleavage was very deep and big too. It made me Horney. She wore a blue colored nightie in which her cleavage was clearly visible to me. She came to me; we did some chit-chat for some minutes. She arranged. I quickly responded. “ Hi, I am glad that you sent me a message. I was really drunk, and normally I do not have that much courage to say what I did. And to get a response from anyone is something I was surprised about.” “ I am glad that you did.” I have to admit one thing about my state of drunkenness. I do not remember your name. Hopefully that will not be a thing that makes you not want to get together again. I reread my words and sent it. And patiently waited for a response. I sent a quick.