She was a brunette with slight curls and soft, white skin that had a few freckles, but not enough to write home about. When I showed up, there really ...as only one thing on my mind, so as long as her looks didn’t make achieving that objective impossible, I was ready for anything, even a whale. I walked right in, handed her a swig of whiskey, and began stroking her hips. We were close enough that she could feel my erection bump her upper abdomen from my swollen pants. She reached down and felt it. I should really feel uncomfortable." Her smiled widened. "What's funny is, I don't." The questioning look on my face must have relayed my confusion. "I don't, ...feel like getting dressed." She said slowly."Oh, please don't then! I love looking at you!" I told her earnestly."You're sweet. Do you really?" She sat up a bit straighter."I do! Really, really. You are so beautiful! You are sooo beautiful!!" She smiled broadly. "You have the most perfectly gorgeous breasts! What an incredible body!". Our rest together was relaxing. We both needed it; Lisa to recover; me to wind down my excitement. In discussing what next Lisa decided she wanted to go on top of me. It's a position she likes from time to time. She says it gives her control. Just the thought of it made me hard again. Sexual excitement had hold of my body and mind. I rolled on my back, a pillow under my head and another one under my arse. Lisa crouched over me, grasping my cock with one hand, positioning the knob at the. “That must be frustrating,” she says. “Yes, can’t be helped. Probably be in this week,” I say, smiling at her. There is now an unmistakable electricity in the air. “You into classical?” she asks. “Some” I say. “I play a bit, well I used to, haven’t got a piano now. You can’t in a small flat.” “I’ve got one,” Nora says. “What do you play?” “I like Erik Satie,” I reply. “Oh god,’ says Nora. “I love the Gymnopedies.” That’s Satie’s most famous piece; you’d know it if you heard it. “Why.