I want to be with you tonight. Can I be first with you later ... unless you’re going to be with Susan, then I’ll take seconds.” She smiled at Su...an, presuming that she knew exactly what the whole agenda of the evening was about.I said, “I’d be honored. I’ll come find you when it’s the right time. I promise.”Crystal said, “I’m open to try ‘The Experience’ again tonight too, if you’re willing.”I nodded and Crystal kissed me and then strolled away.Susan looked at me, “The Experience? What’s. She saw herself dancing down the Champs Elysee in a flaring 50's style skirt like Cyd Charisse wore in some of those old movies they showed at the library sometimes.Suddenly, it dawned on her. She dashed off a hot note to one of her ardent admirers that had been wanting to meet her for a long time. "Wyden, that was a dirty trick! Shame on you!" What's dirty about a week in Paris, my love? The award may be phony, but the offer is real. The only catch is that I get to join you there. No other. She sat alone. I saw that the blouse cloaking her perfect form was slightly diaphanous, cloudy layers inviting lingering attention as I forced my eyes upward. Above, her lips formed a gently smiling cupid's bow. Both eyebrows and cheeks were high and fine. Her eyes studied the shelved books across from her. Framing these exquisite features was shoulder-length auburn hair caught in a ponytail by a length of gray felt.She didn't notice me approach. "Hello," I said, sunshine in every letter.She. You should see them, they look fantastic without this bra on.?I gritted my teeth and moaned out of frustration. She took my hands away from them. I was probably squeezing too hard I guess.?How about this, I’ll take my shirt off ok? They look fabulous in my pushup bra, I wore it just for you today.? With that she peeled her shirt off her body and threw it on the floor. She kept her bra pushed against my chest.?Lemme see, please.? I begged.She reached back to my cock and gave it a few strokes.