'I started to strip off my shirt; she turned giving herattention to the drawer and its contents.'All off.' She said, her back to me.I slowly eased dow... my trousers, folding each item ofclothes as I removed them. I don't know why, I'm notnormally that tidy, I guess was trying to hang it out. Itook off my socks and that just left my boxers.She turned around and seeing I was still partially clothed,urged me to hurry up, reminding me that each night we wouldhave about two hours before we had to. That night nothing happened beyond me touching those beautiful set of boobs.The following night on the other hand, almost everything happened. She did make me happy, came couple of times, blow job, hand job and boob job all in one night. She was in her period.She left to her destination and we kept in touch. She had a kinky side I learned years after too. She came back to visit and 5 days this time we expended fucking all other the place. My tongue explored every wall of that wild pussy of. Laughing, talking with my friends and all the time stealing glances at hat man in the box across the isle. Tearing a page from the program, I found a pen in my friend’s purse and wrote a simple note. My cell number, along with the words, “I need a ride.” Leaving the box, I eased across the isle, grabbed the hand rail on his side and, as he turned, I casually passed my hand over his suit jacket pocket. Please, God, let it be a real pocket and not a fake was all I could think. The note slid down. And who knew what he was capable of? He might be unstable, even dangerous. No one in her right mind would do more than give his tight jeans a discreet inspection and later, during a steamy shower, imagine his hard buns while vibrating jets of water pulse between her legs. That’s what a decent woman would do. “You’ll need to sign here, hon.” The woman craned her fleshy neck to look out the window past Alice. “And write down your license plate number.” “Sh-sure.” Alice removed the chained pen.