He had her in a professional blue business suit with a full, pleated skirt and blazer. Underneath the blazer, she had on a white blouse with a colored...scarf around her neck. She even carried a small valise; there was nothing in it that had anything to do with their meeting. She looked like a well-dressed businesswoman. However, under the suit, she was naked but for a pair of thigh high nylons. Tim had even made sure he shaved her vagina and oiled it until it was smooth and shining.When the. Actually, a lot of the time, she hated it. It meant the end of sunny days and warm endless evenings with the heady perfume of late summer flowers.But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the. All concern about possible consequences went straight out the window. I placed one hand gently on her cheek and the other in her thick chestnut hair, and kissed her lips.They were very soft and moist, and they opened eagerly for me. I teased her, moving away and then kissing her again. Her tongue brushed against my lips and I backed off. I kissed the side of her face and pulled her head back to kiss her neck. She gasped. I could hear the little cutie's breath coming faster. Her eyes were half. I loved the feel of my newly smooth skin.Among the things I have going for me in passing are small hands andfeet, a cute well defined rear end, and relatively soft skin. On theother hand I am not skinny, my shoulders are broad and I have aprominent brow line with somewhat small eyes. One of my better talentsis the ability to raise my voice an octave or so. It sounds a bitbreathless, definitely husky like Kathleen Turner or Lauren Bacall butit doesn't give me away immediately. To bolster my.