Once inside I had a few dances with my loving Anita and then I went to the bar for some drinks.By the time I got back to our table, Ana was off dancin... with a black guy…I watched them and noticed him running his hand down her back and ass cheeks through her mini skirt. She seemed to be enjoying it and was pushing her cunt against his crotch. When the dance ended they came back to the table and I was introduced. His name was Jack and he looked a bit concerned to see that Ana was married, but we. She worked in the same dirty canvas sneakers and well-worn painter’s bib overalls that she’d been using for years, sometimes with a t-shirt underneath and sometimes not, depending on the temperature. No one could really see that part of her property without coming all the way down the drive to the end of the driveway.Painting was stimulating; it always had been, it never changed. She couldn’t remember if the creative act had stoked her physical desire, or if desire had led her to the canvas.. I wondered if I had enough time to go shopping and skip a showerI probably didn't need, or if I had to wear a business suit. I hadabout decided on the business suit when Joanne knocked on the opendoor. Framed in the doorway, leaning against the door, she lookedgorgeous."Need some help?"I wanted to say no, but it was pretty darn obvious that I needed help.I motioned disgustedly toward the bed with my hand. "Believe it or not,I'm trying to make something fem-casual out of this."Her blue eyes. All I could think of was caressing her body and holding it close to me, feeling her warmth all around me. I sit back up and grab my cigarettes. I get up and walk over to the open glass doors, wind blowing the curtains softly, it was like something out of a movie. I walk out onto the balcony, my naked body getting goose bumps as I stand in the salty ocean breeze. I light up a cigarette, I could feel her eyes staring at my ass as I stand there bare to the world to see. I take a drag and turn.