My fingers trace down the side of your jaw line and across your neck, I find the first button to your blouse and fumble to start with, all because of ...he pent up anticipation running through my veins.As we continue to kiss, our lips entwine and our saliva lubricates our tongues. The occasional gasp and murmur from one another erupts from the depths of passion. The second button is now undone and I can see the small brown nipple belonging to your body, so sweet and tiny, yet hard and responsive. Thank you reader for putting up with this man's writing efforts.Spontaneous CombustionShe stood waiting patiently for the hotel clerk to finish coding her room key card. Actually it was a key card for her husbands room, but he was unaware she was at the hotel ... yet. Flying all morning, having to rent a car and then driving directly to the client's office to spend four hours troubleshooting their system had taken it out of Danielle.Tired as she was, she knew she had some work still ahead of. This time it was just me with an assistant from the State Department and a note book of the past summits and agreements for my reading pleasure. The Secret Service VP security detail was assigned to me for any trips replacing the VP.There was a second notebook of Japanese customs, traditions and the no-no’s of the diplomatic mission. I didn’t need the notebook; I had a part in this movie more than fifteen years ago.I went to see the Vice President for anything I should know about the meeting. I asked for a walk on the beach. She agreed and told me about her.She told that her husband expired few years back and her son had got married and settled abroad. She told that she was feeling very lonely and had come here on a vacation with her relatives. She said that her son works for a reputed company and did not visit her for a long time. I comforted her and we started walking back to the resort. It was getting dark.At that time she got a call from her relatives that they will be returning.