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LOST AND FOUND

... a boudoir, and my ex wanted the little white picket fence. So, I got what I wanted after the divorce, the house, the car, and enough money to do this. It was about then that my life started to change. My job took on a whole new dimension, as I explained at dinner, and now I’m an equity partner in the company. Needless to say, I’m so busy, that I rarely have personal time. The country club is a company membership so that I can wine and dine our clients.” “Do any clients say ‘No’ to you?” I said with a big smile. “C’mon, I’m not sl**ping with them if that’s what you mean”, she stated very emphatically. “But I’ll bet every one of them wants to.” I replied. She stopped, turned around facing me, slipped out of her jacket and placed it over the back of a chair, lifted her camisole over her head, unzipped the back of her skirt, let it drop to the floor, stepped out of it and said, “OK, do you? Cause’ we’re going to finish what we started a long time ago.” I was speechless once again. She stood there with this magnificent head of hair laying on her shoulders, bright red lipstick, in a black lace bra that was holding a pair of tits that were just begging to be fondled, sucked and played with, with a black garter belt holding up her black hose, and no panties. NO PANTIES! Her body was lean, solid with all the right curves, and a great tan. That little sparse patch of pussy hair that I remembered was now a full dark bush, trimmed to perfection. OH MY GOD! I know I have died and gone to ...

... heaven again. Still speechless, she watched my eyes taking in this sight from top to bottom. A full minute must have passed, then she said, “Well apparently you approve. A little different than I was back then don’t you think?” “Just a little” I said, almost under my breath, completely mesmerized and burning the scene into the memory banks of my mind. She was incredibly hot! She reached out for my hand, with her other hand she traced my jaw line in a caressing manner turned and I eagerly let her lead me to wherever she wanted to. She had her back to me as she led me through the house, with her heels clicking on the wood floor, and I watched her hips sway from side to side in that womanly manner with each step and I felt my cock ready to burst out of my pants. There is nothing, absolutely nothing in this world, more sexy, sensuous, heart beating, creating shortness of breath, a racing heart, and a stiff cock that could raise a corpse from the dead, than watching a pair of elegant legs in black hose, held up by garters, with ass cheeks bare, and a smooth curved back with cascading hair over the shoulders to make any man a feeble, out of control, helpless, longing, fumbling adolescent in heat. I have no idea what any other part of the house looked like because I couldn’t stop watching and hearing her walk. As she walked, it seemed like an hour, but was only mere seconds, she left a scent immediately after her. It had all of my senses piqued beyond anything I can ever recall. If ...