Still massaging her breasts with my left hand I undid the catch on her skirt with my right hand, undid the small zip, then gave the skirt a small tug ...o make it fall to the floor. Looking down I could see she was wearing a pair of white cotton briefs. I moved my hand back to massaging her tummy and slowly slid it down over the top of her briefs, feeling the course pubic hair underneath and then down to her lips and I felt a small reaction. Her thighs were tight together and I could not get my. I couldn’t stand having to hide my feelings from him. It was the only secret I couldn’t bear to tell him. I was afraid that it would ruin our friendship that I needed very much. As corny as it sounds Chase was the one that was always there for me. He always knows what to say to make me feel better. If I was sad he would comfort me, hold me and wouldn’t care what others thought. This made me wonder why I was so worried about telling him. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even hear Chase. After stepping out of it and handing it towards the man, he brazenly lifted it to his face and breathed in her scent. She blushed deeper. This was so different. Although experienced in sex, it was with older boys and young men. Experienced, confident, worldly men … this was different. They weren’t awkward and unsure of themselves. This was very different and another shiver coursed through her as she stood nakedly in front of them and not only them but outside an elevator in a hotel. Her body. He sipped the glass of wine as he marveled at his own sexual energy. He always knew he was well endowed, his deceased wife told him so, and after watching years of pornography he knew he was larger than most everyone. He also was well aware that he wasn’t what one would consider attractive. He had horrible hygiene, was not a snappy dresser, and was out of shape but he was giddy at the torment he had put the wife through and enjoyed the power he had over her.He walked back upstairs and watched.