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LOST AND FOUND

... bed, rubbed my sl**py eyes, and my focus was caught by the note standing up on her makeup table. I got up, realizing just then that I was naked, and went over to retrieve the note. It read; ‘David, my love, coffee is already made, and there are fresh bagels on the counter. Although we didn’t get to talk about it more last night, I’m going to be bold and brash one more time, and assume that we will do this together, so I’ve gone to the office to make arrangements for the time off. Help yourself to anything (underlined) that you want, whatever is mine, is yours. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I am excited beyond words. (signed) Adoringly, lovingly, Trish’ Well, that pretty well seals the deal doesn’t it? The only recurring thought that I had was whether the age difference would affect the relationship. I thought, well hell, you only come this way once, and if this fantastic woman wants me, who am I to argue. I noticed that although the bedroom was the scene of some extraordinary sexual activity, the fragrance of the bedroom was as soft and subtle as when we first walked into it. I quickly showered, ate, and called my office. My capable managers were quite delighted that I had landed the contract, and that I was taking off for the next couple of weeks. I asked Marie, the office manager, if she would line someone up immediately to clean my house, as I was planning to bring someone home with me on Sunday. Done! I made some more calls to clients to tell them I would be on ...

... vacation for the next few weeks and the office was available to them 24/7. All the details were completed. Now, I leisurely toured the house of this woman. Her taste was impeccable, from furniture, décor, colors, and all, displayed complete femininity. A little too frilly for me, but then I’m a man, and it wasn’t my house. I knew when I took her to my house in San Francisco she would admire, but very cautiously keep negative comments to herself, she was that classy. I was in what might be called a ‘den’ but was actually just a small alcove and I was surprised. There on one wall was a framed, very large, picture of a cobalt blue Corvette, with Trish, nude, sprawled on her back across the hood, with her head down by the front grille, with her hair expertly posed and splayed across the width of the hood, her magnificent tits standing up proud, her nipples must have been tweaked to have them at full extension, one leg bent with her delicious hairy pussy partly covered by her hand and extended arm with her other leg on the windshield. Wow! This is the kind of picture you find in men’s magazines. As I took the sight in, my eyes roamed around the rest of this little alcove to reveal smaller pictures, in various sizes, framed, a few black & white, most in full color, of many poses of Trish, completely naked, captured by a professional photographer’s lens. In all, I counted 19 pictures not including the large one. My mind was racing. Was she an exhibitionist? Was she a closet slut? Was she ...