There was a communal TV room that I used go to sometimes if I wasn’t out after work and there I met a gentleman who visited the city for business, s...aying over one night a week. He was in his early sixties and a kindly type, very easy going and chatty so I was always comfortable being in his company. He was a widower and seemed to enjoy my company too.One Thursday we nipped out to a nearby pub for a couple of pints and we got to talking about whiskies. He said he had a nice single malt in his. You can't take your eyes off of her shapely body, her breasts are almost exposed and you think that you would love to put your hands on her 38 C tits. "Is everything ok?" Of course it is," you tell her as you stand up from your desk. "You've done a great job as always and now it is time for your reward." You pull her blouse apart exposing her breasts and you can imagine her nipples getting hard already. "Nice to see you not wearing a bra today." Mr. Johnson you know that I never wear a bra to. Theresa looked up a little confused to see Georgio, she had seen him only sparingly around the studio, he was part of the management for this large building within the city. He was cute but Theresa had not often thought about him in any sexual sense. But she suddenly saw a fire in his eyes as he approached that brought about a sensation within her. Georgio put a finger to his lips to motion for her silence. ‘Theresa you are beauty and perfection, I only wish to become one with your passion and. " That very same day, Neha and I went out and bought the necessary paraphernalia. Time to paint the hall red, I thought, as I dipped my wand (my, you people have a dirty imagination!) into the bucket of paint.Neha and I would arrive at the flat by ten, change into our workclothes and then start painting. We had already moved a double-bed in, and were intending to transfer her wardrobe soon. My 'artist's clothes' consisted of a worn jeans and a torn shirt, and Neha, taking after her dear old.