Her face was right next to mine, and when she spoke, I could feel her hot breath brush my cheek. “Invading your personal space,” she told me with ...ittle more than a whisper, making me feel rather uncomfortable. “Does your heartbeat quicken? Do your hands get slightly sweaty?” My lack of reply spoke for itself. “If you looked down now, you’d see that I’m not wearing a bra,” her voice continued, “but you’re of course not interested in seeing my pretty, big nipples.” “No, I’m not!” This was. ’ She breathed against his ear. He didn’t correct her, knowing that she got a small, perverse pleasure, calling him Michael instead of Mike. ‘That was just perfect.’ ‘You have my number.’ He answered, indicating his new business card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional table by the door. Her nod effectively dismissed him. He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away. Either way I was cool with it.Yeah David. You keep telling yourself that! She is hot and you want to keep looking at her naked body! Nothing wrong with that.I waited for the girl to get on a robe, grab her clothes, grab a few hundred dollar bills from her mom’s purse, and then tell her mom, “I will get a ride home. This may take a while. Wouldn’t want you to miss late brunch at the club. That would cause such a scandal you wouldn’t even be able to show your face at the club again.”Her mom. She surprised me by saying, "I get really touchy-feely too," and then she put her hand on my thigh. As I drove, she kept moving her hand up and was brushing against my cock. I had a semi by the time we pulled up to her place. I parked and followed her inside.She said, "Give me a few minutes to freshen up, I'll be right back." And she disappeared into the bedroom. I sat on the couch checking out her place; it was nicely furnished, clean, and on her coffee table I saw a book about BDSM! I.