Prologue :- Sir stands quietly in the cool corridor, watching from the doorway, careful not to breathe too loudly.sub lays on the bed, naked, as he watches, her eyes closed, a peaceful smile on her face.The sun beams in the windows, a bright early summer warmth across her thighs, stomach and full breasts.Sirs voyeuristic streak prevents him from knocking on the door.Her hand moves slowly , tracing the outline of the shado...

My next business trip was to Savannah Georgia. Joan of course came along. We flew in by way of Atlanta, on a Wednesday afternoon. It was early spring and the air was velvety smooth and ripe with the rich smells of a Southern night. The cobblestone streets were lined with canopies of old trees. You could feel the sensuousness of the city. Years ago I read "Midnight in the garden of good and evil" and found it darkly erotic...

She looked back over her shoulder and checked herself in the full-length mirror. She smiled, not bad for late thirties, not bad at all. Adjusting the stockings making sure the seam ran straight up her shapely legs, she turned back, slipping the yellow cotton dress on over her head. She smoothed the cool material over her body, her small firm breasts, unencumbered by a bra, stood proud. The length of the summery dress just...

The roar of fluffed milk gradually turned into humming. I waited for my latte, watching our new barista operate all those jugs and cups. Slowly I let myself get lost in the sounds of his pottering, relaxed, an absent-minded smile blossoming on my face. I liked watching his hands, as he knew what he was doing, confidently operating his utensils and steam contraptions. I watched him pour my latte together into a cup, moving...

After a few months of chatting online with Bob, Ellen had agreed to meet him for dinner, followed by a night out. Not having dated since her husband, Ken, passed away, she was rather nervous about it and had used just about every beauty tip in the book to get herself looking good... **** Ellen caught herself admiring the tight little ass of the young Italian waiter, as she followed him to the bar area where Bob, her date,...

He watched the tall elegant brunette walk away, as he crushed a note in his long fingers. She had been the best singer they ever had, and the quickest to leave. It was all his fault, as always. Mixing business with pleasure was what Robert Dawning did best. "You take it all, Rob. And, when it comes down to it, you can't decide what you actually want of them.", scoffed Tanni in his direction, before finishing her drink. Ro...