" He leaned over and gently kissed her. "In fact, I was thinking, I've already done that a time or two and I sort of like it."Gail said nothing, just ...ooked up at him, waiting to see what he would do or say next.Howard was confused. He was a mature thirty-two year old man who had enough experience with women to know when one was flirting with him and when one didn't need much attention before being ready to share his bed. He'd been receiving mixed messages from Gail. She seemed shy,. " How much of that was losses? Losing her mom. Her housekeeper friend. Those losses."He sighed. "And I see a sensitive soul in her. Kind of fragile, in one sense."All that conversation after a pleasant dinner in a restaurant in Oslo. A meticulously clean hotel room. An unfortunately small shower. And before lovemaking that had it been a painting, would have graced the wall of a museum.I love my Stoney. I love what we do to each other. For each other. And two naked bodies, that's a part of. Moments later you grind against me and my cock rests between the two soft mounds of your hot little ass. Are you awake? My hand releases your breast and slides down over the black silk which still covers your tummy. Your tummy button is there waiting, un-kissed. My hand pauses over the indentation in the fabric where that long dreamed of button lies in wait. I remember. I don’t want to break the spell so I let my hand drift further down. Your night gown has shifted upward in your. No-one else was home, so we shaved ourselves in her bedroom.” I laughed and said, “Can I have a look?” “I’m surprised you haven’t done that already,” Tina smiled, as she turned onto her back, and leaned over to switch on her bedside light. I moved between Tina’s legs, and she lifted her bottom from the bed, and reached behind herself to unzip her skirt, then looked at me. I took her cue, and gently slipped her denim skirt down her legs, and dropped it on the floor, revealing her white.