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Click hereWhile she showered, I rushed around the bathroom and bedroom, searching for my clothes and other essentials and toweling off as I went. By the time I located my car keys under the bed; I had thrown on enough clothes to be decent and was ready to go.
I returned to the bathroom to say goodbye to Aliyah and found her naked in front of the mirror, toweling dry her hair. Her arms were raised and thanks to the mirror I had a perfect view of her flawless form both front and back. Again I was struck by the physical sensation of her beauty hitting me like a punch in the stomach. I was momentarily awed by her perfection and by the magnitude of the gift she had given me.
Seeing me enter, she turned to face me with her arms still raised and her jutting breasts thrust towards me. I recognized the maneuver from earlier. Only this time there was a resigned look on her face. She knew that our playtime was over.
"Thank you for rescuing me" she said simply.
I assumed she was referring to the repair shop, but she continued. "I am so bored here. This ..." she waved her arm at the opulent surroundings, "is all so empty and meaningless. Thank you for taking me away from all that, if only for a little while."
I didn't know how to respond. "Believe me, it was my pleasure" I said with a shrug.
"Please call me" she pleaded. "Anytime. My husband, he is never here. I will meet you, or you can come here. Anything you want, we can do. Anything..." she emphasized plaintively.
I had been planning to kiss her goodbye and thank her for making my fantasies come true, but I thought better of it now and decided simply to make my exit. I turned and walked out. I wanted to look back for one last glimpse, but was afraid of what I would see. It took all my willpower, but I kept walking.
I found myself gliding past the naked statuary, tremendous columns and out the gates of the imposing mansion. As quickly as it had happened, my most unusual interlude was over.
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- COMMENTS
Nikita_writerover 18 years agoGreat rescue of this princess. heh, heh. So she had a couple of slices of peach that were nestled in the valley? and you had to go and poke them with your pole? Holy smoke! Can you rescue me? I'm bored too. Butt, my peaches aren't fresh anymore. boo hoo.
The ONLY suggestion I have is, this series could have been three different stories, totally unconnected. Then you wouldn't have fallen victim to being trashed by some of the reviewers. Speaking of which...
Some reviews are unfair. It is obvious the character is being judged on his marital fidelity rather than the story itself. So what, if he had a vasectomy? So what, if the guy was unfaithful?
It's just a fucking story that was very well written. Can you jerk off on that?
sherlock40over 18 years agoto each other? They talk to each other and start to rekindle their love-life. Sounds like a wonderful thing. Then the husband decides he should fuck another woman? How is this supposed to help his marriage? If you decide to continue this train wreck of a marriage with "Mr. Thinks-with-his-dick," please make the wife have an IQ above 20 and notice his behavior. I suppose a realistic response from her would be straining this story too much.
Anonymousover 18 years agoThe part about what his wife would do...I can't imagine too many women who would be cavalier about their husband's extracurricular activites...
But it was definitely hot and very well written.
Danielle
