At the doorway as she went out of the room she stopped briefly and flashed me a devilish smile. I waited for about five minutes, eager for what was to...come. I could hear the water running in the shower upstairs. A thought swept over me, and I rose up and began to creep up the stairs. When I reached the top, I saw that she had left her dress on the landing, and the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. I couldn’t resist, I had to take a peek. I pushed the door open slowly, just enough to be. Then somehow i held her head with my hands in her hair came close to her.. I would feel the hot breath of her …. I bought my lips close to her … Shedidnt open her lips .. I started moving my tongue on top of her lips thenstarted sucking them initially very softly then i lost my control and wassucking like a hungry dog ,soon she started responding …i would feel her handbehind my back feeling it .. Soon i also started feeling her back then i leanedon her so that she was lying on bed me on top of. I drew ahead of him and lifted my skirts, exposing my stockings as an inducement, but then tore my panties off, exposing my buttocks to him whilst walking, their creaminess an inducement, an enticement, as each cheek danced between the framed silk of black suspenders and stocking.'Get your cock out and fuck', no room for flowery dictate, for this mating was one of urgency, I could feel myself on the edge, all I needed was to be filled and feel this young buck inside me, hump a little, and feel. She thought of Karl again. She imagined his fingers touching her body. He had large hands; strong hands, no doubt. He had long fingers too; long dark skinned fingers that would contrast against her white skin, long dark fingers that could penetrate deeply. Claire’s own fingers began to stroke herself. She imagined that they were his fingers. Strong, eager fingers exploring her; long digits penetrating deep inside her sex bringing her to orgasm. She thought of his cock. Black men were renowned.