Six

I asked her to stop. She was wearing white lacy underwear with a bow in front. I was gawking at her.

There was something about her in those lacy panties that did my head in. I stared at her flat belly, then at her full, long legs.

I exhaled. This woman would be the death of me. I touched her crotch area, tracing a path down to the wet spot between her legs.

“Nice choice of undies,” I remarked.

She smiled, but I didn’t miss the look that crossed her face.

“Let me guess, Marco’s choice?” I asked in a strained voice.

She nodded, looking at me with wide...