She let her eyes roam over the man’s ass and smiled to herself. ‘He’s probably a man-whore,’ her mind told her. Her smile broadened and she th...ught, ‘But damn he looks and smells good.’Laura kept her eyes glued on the mystery man with a school girl grin on her face. Suddenly, he turned around. Laura cleared her throat, shifted in her seat and shot her eyes back to the pages of her book and turned the page. She only caught a fleeting glimpse of the side of his face.‘Please don’t sit next to me’,. I handed him a towel and a tall glass of ice tea. He sat on the sunlounge next to mine, took the ice tea Thank you Mrs. Cain His big brown eyes remaining perfectly fixed on the ground in front of him. Would you like a towel to dry off? I asked, noticing the hot sweat beading on his body. Yes Mrs. Cain I passed him a towel, watching him wipe the sweat off his face and neck, running it down over his chest. I could smell his sweat. He smelt delicious. I leaned forward to pluck a single strand of. You begin to play with my breasts through my blouse, eagerly pulling at my erect nipples, teasing me… you know I like it rough there. My blouse is now unbuttoned, sliding off of my shoulders exposing my red and black lace bra. You start kissing down my neck to my chest, over my breasts and then pull down one cup so that you can taste my nipples. You playfully nibble on me as I moan with pleasure and draw you nearer, unbuttoning your shirt now, and then moving down to your pants. You remove my. Miranda came home around 2:00pm that Saturday. She had clearly taken a detour to the gym and gotten in one of her favorite spin classes on her way home. At thirty-seven years old, Miranda looked great and not in that “for a thirty-seven-year-old” kind of way. She had always been slim but having kids put a little weight on her and over the past few years, she had fallen in love with these spin classes and the weight had fallen off. The only place that excess weight had remained was in her.