‘I don’t blame her’ I thought to myself. A few seconds later she reappeared, carrying some paperwork, and sat on her balcony chair. After a few ...inutes, I decided to apologize for my behavior of yesterday. I was just about to speak, when she realized what I was about to do, and lifted her hand up to silence me. She just looked back down and read her paperwork. I can take a hint. Managing a few strategic glances, I watched as she read. She was wearing a white silk blouse, her bra was clearly. A bolt of lightning seared across her back accompanied by a sickening sound of thunder. Mayla let out a shriek as her body rose off the bed and her hand pulled away from between her legs. “Put that hand back to work, NOW, and keep it there or we’ll do this nightly until you can do this right.” Mayla brought her hand down between her legs and began to fiddle again. A second streak of pain shot across her back and she strove, and managed, to keep her hand in place. The third assault landed. George knew that I was intently studying Gregory and his girlfriend out of the corner of my eye. He let me enjoy my voyeurism.Gregory was still working on his pint of beer. His date had ordered a martini and was making short work of it. They were chatting and laughing like any couple would do in a social setting.Our desert and drinks came. I forced my eyes to focused on the desert. It was really good and joked with George that we might have to order another. Just then I looked over towards. "I kissed her lips, and then began to give her little nibbles all over. Both her nipples came erect. She shuddered as I kissed them and sucked on them. She moaned as I kissed my way down to her soft mound and began to part the lips with my tongue. Her clitoris stood at attention like a good little soldier. As I kissed my way back up toward her mouth she was moaning with desire. I gently entered her slowly shoving my way in a little at a time, teasing and arousing her even more. She growled deep.