To Helen she looked like an iconic image from a cult movie; a crazy, sexy, mixture of cultured and coarse, sophisticated and slatternly. Suzi saw her ...taring. “Babe, you look absolutely bloody amazing in that outfit”, she said with a giggle. “Why don’t you come over here and have your wicked way with me?” Helen did her best to look stern. “Don’t you ever think about anything else except sex?” she enquired. “Nope. Not often anyway. Especially not when it’s hot, and I’m getting nicely stoned in. Terri couldn't disagree. It was chilly in the mountains, but when she trailed her hand in the spring water she found it pleasant, like a lukewarm bath. She pulled the tank top over her head and adjusted her ponytail to make sure her auburn hair would stay out of the water and unlaced her hiking boots. He did the same, kicking off his boots and then shedding his clothes. She was pushing down her shorts when she saw he was wearing nothing under his hiking shorts. Fully nude, he slipped down one. I drove to where the parlour was and noticed that along with a nice discreet rear entrance they also had a car park. Full of cars, so busy. I parked the car a few streets away and walked to the rear entrance. I pressed a buzzer and was let in just as two youngers guys walked out. Each gave me an approving look and stated that 'mature' (cheeky beggars!) women were their thing and that they would be back.Inside a young blonde lady wearing a white overall and apparently not much else asked why I. Her small firm breasts appeared out of place on a woman of 40 some years. She looked fine laying there and as she looked up at me, I knew this was something special between us. I loved the way she looked, her short dark hair, almost a boy cut, her dark eyes, almost black. Petite and slim, and sexy as Hell. I started to get dressed and it occurred to me that she would look so good laying between my Monika's legs. How could I pull that one off? We decided to give them a call, just to see.