Stepping out of them, I unbutton my blouse, and it slips off my shoulders and also drops to the floor. Hesitating, watching Your face, You nod at m... to go on. Reaching behind I unhook my black lace bra and drop it allowing my breasts to hang free. Then I'm pushing the matching underwear over my hips and down my legs, stepping out of them to leave them on the floor with the rest of my clothing. My hands at my sides, I think I should know what do, where to put them, looking at you. _____ Waiting at the airport, I was very nervous to see Chloe again. Although we hadn’t dated in years, she was one of those girls you never really fall out of love with. She is a beauty, if I remember correctly, and her personality is equally captivating. We had met when we were both in our second year of college, working diligently at our pre-law studies, although she was a big political science nut. She had started out as just an experiment, some college fling. After all, I still thought I. I pick her up without releasing her lips and fly to her room. No, really; I can do that. I stop in time to keep from breaking her door in. Once inside, what little clothing we have on goes flying. Her skin feels like a snake, scaled and supple; it tastes like sweat and something - something I don't know. I can't stop running my lips over her. She moans; it has a slight sobbing sound. I look at her face."Ted can't..." her eyes are teary, "The scales. They're sharp." Oh." Ted can't touch her, I. It was about 1 am when I got back. I walked in the door and just fell onto the couch. It seemed like everyone was already asleep. I woke up early enough tell everyone was still asleep so I went for my morning run. I was just disgusted with myself; I just kept running for about 2 hours, and then finally decided to run back. I got up the door and went ignoring all the hellos, and went straight for the shower. I realized I have not taken one for a while. I scrubbed myself clean. I got out and.