”I opened the paper, already damp with sweat from my palms. It was an address with “8” written under it. The intervening hours dragged.I stood...on her doorstep for five minutes before knocking and it was still a quarter till.She opened the door and smiled. “You’re late,” she said, waving me inside.She wasn’t wearing a t-shirt now but a sleeveless white blouse that showed two sweet mounds of cleavage. She wore a knee-length skirt and it struck me that I had never seen her in anything but. She crawled up onto the couch and lay on her back, exhausted. One tiny foot rested on the floor, the other was flat on the couch, knee bent. The furry triangle of her pussy was exposed just above her beautiful thigh. Her leg was bent erotically, and Mike's gaze trailed from her tiny foot, up her smooth calve, over her knee, down her thigh again until it rested at her wonderful treasure. Erica wasn't paying attention to him; her eyes were shut, gasping for breath. Jason went to the washroom to. Which was fine, by the way. I'd found the whole scene very satisfying anyway. My mug of untouched cold instant coffee still stood on the window-seat next to me. I looked at it in amazement, wondering why I even bothered making those coffees in the morning. I rarely enjoyed them and never drank the whole thing anyway. It was just a habit, I guess. After a few short minutes, the cafe's owner appeared again from the cafe’s door, just to let her lover out. I leaned to get a better look at who it. The more she talked the more i couldn't help but think where the hell is this coming from she's normally so quiet and reserved on such things....but i obeyed, my body responding to Her Dominance before my mind even thought to, making my tits sway a bit more as i crawled...She looked at me like a hungry predator and frankly i loved it as she got into the shower and started cleaning herself up...i can't explain it but the whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion i just watched her moving,.