I stood and headed for the sliding glass doors that marked the entrance to the backyard and the redwood deck that contained the hot tub. She followed ...e.I was out of my clothes in less than a minute. My shorts, socks, shoes, shirt, and bra became an unruly pile next to the door. I stood naked before her, hoping I didn't have actual juices running down my legs. I was cognizant of the odor of my excitement rising into the air around me and of the rock hard state of my nipples. I turned to her.. I only had a few minutes before I needed to shower anyway.When I entered the nine by ten foot bathroom and closed the door, the brevity of my private space was pitifully before me. A sprawling marble sink, an over sized bath tub and shower, and a heated wall rack, brazenly claimed my precious nook. It was a dismal reality that this would be the only area that I truly had to myself for the next five days. Even as I tried to comfort myself with these abbreviated accommodations, the sounds of. I stopped and pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and finger, determined to squeeze harder until she complained. She never did. In the end, I let go and complimented her on her ability to stand there and take it. “What turns you on the most?” I asked “My nipples being played with and my bottom being spanked” I laughed to myself, I’d already done one of those things, and I was about to do the other. I spanked her as she stood there, each cheek taking a mighty whack from my hands, and I. You’re right, if we can’t talk, who the hell can.”The look on his face softened and he turned back to face her. Nodding, he pointed at the empty stool. “I shouldn’t have been like that. Please, sit down.”“Give me a moment. I was here to meet with some friends. Let me tell them I’ll be with you for a bit.”Jerry watched his ex-wife walk away, sashaying through the restaurant, her ass moving in a pleasant figure eight. He kept a yuppie from stealing the bar stool and waited for her return and was.