She was smiling as she came right down and stood before me as I sat in my favorite chair. She was wearing a fishnet bodysuit that covered absolutely n...thing at all. Her breasts were fully visible and her hard nipples were poking out through the holes. Her skirt was just about four or five inches long. It was way below her belly button and it just barely covered her crotch. I couldn’t help it I just had to reach out and lift her skirt up an inch to see if she was wearing any panties. No she. "You'll pass." Forward miss." No. Just the nursemaid in me." Don't tempt me, Katrina," he whispered.She looked down. "Sorry."There was a momentary silence and then conversation picked up again until Katherine looked at her watch."Oh crumbs! It's gone half past ten. Work tomorrow. I must go, Andrew."They both stood up."Thank you, Andrew," she said. "It's been a super evening and that curry was delicious."She reached up and pulled his head down for a sweet kiss. His arms went gently round. About 5’10’, with jet black locks swaying against his shoulders. This cabana boy is drop dead gorgeous, ripped like a Channel No.5 model, she thinks to herself. As the young man brings her the drink, she notices his bare chest, and then her eyes involuntarily drop down. His bottom/shorts/swimsuit/whatever is very thin. Although it is not really tight, it does absolutely nothing to hide his ‘personality’. His package is significant, to say the least, and she would swear she could make out the. He served his purpose. "Just go."He slouched and turned to walk back to the table where he watched us that night."Is he okay?" Klaus asked as I pulled a chair next to him and put my hand on his leg in a playful manner. "He'll be fine." I responded. " So what is someone as exotic as yourself doing here?" I asked."Visiting friends who were international students during school."We continued our conversation for a few minutes until I asked him something. "Do you want to dance?" I'm not very good".