Once more, Bob’s cock began to swell. Over Angela’s shoulder, Bob watched as Dee-Dee, completely nude, slipped silently into the shower. The young...r woman’s lithe body was a lovely contrast to Angela’s lush physique. He handed Dee-Dee the wash cloth and, her eyes ablaze with lust, she began soaping Angela’s back and shoulders. At first, Angela didn’t seem aware of the fact that there were more hands working on her than there should have been. She continued to press against Bob, her body. She told me that she was younger, having turned eighteen just a few months before, that her hair was long and midnight black, her breasts firm and not too big but just right. My mind paints the rest, imaging what my desires wanted. I was left with an ever-changing portrait, images of want that my mind lingered on but never focused on, knowing that this was my Sarah though no recognition was ever to be made. She was my fantasy, constant and mercurial at the same time.{mmmmmmm}{i want u to lick. I could see a light sheen of perspiration on her shoulder, just barely visible in the intermittent light thrown off by the wide-screen. Suddenly Sam blurted out ‘Screw this, I’m getting a better seat,’ and hurriedly pushed his chair closer to my bed, scooting to within a few feet. My other two roommates emulated him and in moments Kate and I had a little arc of onlookers in front of us. I hesitated again, not having expected the guys to be quite this blatant about watching us. Kate turned back. The stage curtains opened, the music started, spotlights blazed and the show began. A blonde woman strolled onto the stage. She was in a blouse, a dark pin striped business skirt tight over her bum and tan nylons just like the woman I’d spent most of a meeting that morning ogling, mentally undressing and fucking. With a black leather executive chair as a prop she performed an exquisitely slow “sexy executive” striptease. She ended her act sprawled in her chair with her spread legs hooked over.