We went back to my hotel room. I made her comfortable on the sofa, opened a breeze for her and excused myself to get comfortable.I came back and sat n...xt to her and we were watching TV, a repeat of football was going on. I was running my fingers on her arms kind of tickling her. As we were watching, with her next to me, I felt my dick rise in anticipation and she noticed it. Do the guys turn you on? She asked, I was kind of zapped and replied, sorry what? She said do guys get you excited. All that name, position, reputation are something we get as a tag, that you are a lady, you are Megha, a mother, a teacher, a wife, a cook, a housewife.. everything you get from the outside world is a tag. The basic thing is that you are a lady and you can only see your feminine value if you are completely naked; what happens with us that we get so much used to the clothes that we feel shy of our own self. Nudity is a God gift. you’re born naked.The clothes are that you have to wear but nudity. As I washed and scrubbed, in my mind, I could see them cupping the full globes of her breasts, feeling her nipples rising to meet my thumbs, through the fabric of her blouse. “Come ON love,” she interrupted my reverie, “shift your arse! I have SO much to do! I need the kitchen to myself to get this pie made and in the oven.” I could hear that naughty giggle in her tone as I spun around, hands dripping and walked towards her, like Frankenstein’s monster, arms held in front of me,. Her dark hair was long, wavy and wispy as it fell around her shoulders and her face fell naturally into an impish smile. She had very definite Asian overtones in her features and stature, something Steve found very attractive and played to his fantasies of making love with an Asian girl. More than anything though, he loved that she was full of life, joked easily with him and met his looks with her bright blue shining eyes. “So,” she accused playfully when they were alone together for the first.