I'm 5'7 and all legs. I have dark red hair, and I'm lightly tanned during the summer. I have curves in all of the right places, and boobs that could k...ock a boy out. I'm 21, and in better shape than most women my age. Even though I only weigh 115, I tend to work out like it's my job.I began walking toward the locker room when the glass doors of the steam room caught my eye. I turned towards the doors when I caught sight of one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. He looked to be in his late. Rustling in the moonlit woods attracted my attention, but I ignored it. Any beast or bird could have been making night sounds and I relished the beautiful utter silence otherwise and the sheer remoteness of my dwelling. It was so private. One particular copse edge came right down to the garden and I walked in past the tumbledown shed.I wanked to the fleeting video of the horses and then a late night mildly sexy film and cursed my stupidity and set to to ponder about my next fuck. The images of. I had one arm around her waist, and the other resting on her thigh. I was slowly sliding it up and down the top of her thigh, feeling her wiggle against me as I moved it up as far as I thought she would allow (which was barely to the hem of the shirt). Soon I felt her hand slide down onto mine, and her fingers caressed the back of my hand.She started kissing my cheek, and made her way to my ear. She nibbled on my lobe for a moment, then softly whispered “Linda and I agreed, a little more. There had to be some way to get him out of the picture. I was daydreaming, ringing up a customer’s order, when a plan suddenly came to me. I knew just what to do. If my theory was correct, Dexter was history. Normally I am not a devious person. I tend to take people at their word and believe what they say. However, I had always been suspicious of Dexter. Something about him didn’t sit well with me. I thought I knew the reason why. When I left work that afternoon, I drove downtown to Dexter’s.