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a sex holiday.

... liked last night a lot, huh.” she said with eyes softer than I expected. “Mindy, I almost wished I had died right then. The only thing that could have been better was heaven.” That could not possibly work. It was sappy and over the top. “OK. I’ll fuck another woman for you…. Then we are done.” She added that last bit, almost as an afterthought. It was like she had almost forgotten a line in a play, and remembered what she was supposed to say at the last moment. I smiled, leaned over, and kissed her, chastely, on her lips. Then I caught Brian’s eye, and he rushed over. “My Mindy, here, needs some liquid courage for some fun this afternoon. Is it too early to open the bar?’ Brian looked at his watch. “I believe it is after 5 PM in London, sir. What would the lady like?” Mindy order a shot and a bottle of sweet wine to go with her meal. Brian looked at me quizzically, and I gave him a knowing wink. He brightened, went off to get Mindy’s drinks, and hopefully make a phone call. We finished our meal with Mindy more quiet than usual. I couldn’t read her to see if she was excited, apprehensive, or what. I decided not to push it. She did finish her wine, and we arranged for a couple of bottles to be sent to our room. By the time we were leaving Mindy had started to relax. I sent Mindy off to our room, with a kiss and a squeeze to her ass. She playfully slapped my hand away and said “Stop that, haven’t you had enough of my butt?” “Never.” I grinned as she walked away with her own ...

... smile. She would be fine. Brian and I finalized the details and he let me know that Tiffany was excited at what I had planned, and she would be here in about an hour. With that completed, I was off to join Mindy upstairs. I found her frantically looking through her suitcase, shuffling cloths and then becoming annoyed with something and throwing it over her shoulder. I watched this, amused for a few moments, and then asked, with a chuckle. “What are you doing?” “Grrrrr. I can’t find anything to wear!” she snapped at me “To wear? What’s wrong with what you have on?” I asked with raised eyebrows. Mindy was wearing a simple loose pleated skirt, that went to past mid thigh, but stopped well short of her knees. She had flats, while not my favorite, still looked fine. I didn’t think she had panties on and I could see she had no bra under her flower print blouse. As usual her curves were perfect, and even in these ordinary clothes, she looked great. “Men!” she said with more anger than I thought the comment deserved. “How long before she is here!” she asked a bit agitated. “About an hour” “Damn. I have to hurry!’ she exclaimed Then she was elbows deep into her suitcase, again. She finally settled on something and flitted out of the room, ignoring me completely, closed the bathroom door behind her. I just shook my head, grinning. The wine was delivered and I helped myself to a glass. The sound of water told me Mindy was taking a shower. The bathroom sounds of the shower, sink and blow ...