He put the kettle on in the kitchen and looked out of the double aspect window to try and get his bearings. They were maybe six or seven floors up in ... luxury apartment block. This was clearly the penthouse, he thought as he sipped his mug of tea and explored, as French doors off the lounge led onto a roof garden, laid out to decking, with various types of seating under several folded umbrellas, a porch swing, raised flower beds planted with low shrubs providing a wind break, and a couple of. Mounting the massage table, she would oil her body, and then start gliding it over mine with a delicacy that belied her statuesque frame. Undulating over my body, I could feel the exact curves of her shape from her 34C breasts, to her abdomen, and down to her legs. After a few minutes of sweeping her body over mine, then would then mount my back while I was still facing down, part my legs gently, and massage my buttocks, balls, and cock – adding extra oil to increase the sensation. I would. .. I’m a nice person, really I am...” I nodded and hugged her close when she looked up for confirmation.“I mean, I’ve tried to be good, but I just end up being a ‘turd magnet’. If there is an abusive, mean, nasty man within fifty miles of me, not only will they find me, but I’ll end up dating them. Shit! I used to hate myself, but really that didn’t accomplish much now, did it?” Beth looked so hurt, I had to kiss her.“Look,” I said, “I can’t help you with the past. If you want to be a part of. “I want to look at you ... all of you. I want to discover the little things lovers discover about each other. I told you I like your physique -- fit but not muscle-bound. I like your flat tummy and cute little navel ... and, this constellation of birthmarks.”“You’re quite observant,” she replied.“No piercings or tattoos. I don’t like seeing a lot of ink on a woman. Something discreet on a shoulder is okay.”“My dad always said a tattoo signaled a woman who’s not afraid to make a mistake she’ll.