"So, what do you think?" I turned and looked her up and down. Both my new friend and I let out a low whistle of appreciation at the same time. She ...as wearing a pair of knee-high black leather boots with thin 3" stiletto heels. Running up the outside from the ankle to the top were black straps with silver buckles holding them in place. Coming up out of the boots were black latex thigh high stockings that had built in garter straps that run up into low-waisted, black crotchless boy shorts. . "I didn't understand, so I waited for her to elaborate."Ever since I caught you looking up my skirt that time, I've wanted you. You've no idea how much I had to restrain myself from shoving my hand down my knickers that day. God, your peeking got me all hot and bothered, and that's when I promised myself I would have you." After that outburst, she parted her beautiful lips and put her mouth to better use. Feeling Mary-Jayne engulf my meat, I sat there flabbergasted. For the next few minutes, I. She would never tell me about her past, but it wasn't hard to figure it out. She was too damn good in the sack and too experienced to have been a wall flower.I would get a hard-on and masturbate to some of the stories I read. I would picture Helen being with another man or even a woman. Yes, I knew she did it with her girlfriends in college. I brought the subject up to her a couple of times but she always denied it.I want to try to define my situation and feelings. I don't expect people to. Since we would be leaving the Delhi for some time and moving to a small and very conservative city, Ritu and i decided that if we were going to do this, we had better do it here. Over the next couple of weeks we were both contemplating on how to go about it in a place where people are unknown to us. We were both contemplating and phrasing words to find out what other people felt about “swinging”, without letting on that we were actually interested ourselves. One afternoon, after work, i met.