You've a dirty mind!

Signed-In Members Don't See This Ad

OKLAHOMAN

Member
Joined
May 17, 2006
Messages
10,228
Location
Costa Rica
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into
a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He

approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring

voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down and

I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing,

and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught

in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His

touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my

thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was

pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And

then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my

shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and

expectant.

This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge.

A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me

what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and

say...





"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
 
Signed-In Members Don't See This Ad
Back
Top Bottom