Exhibitionist. That’s Lynn, all right. Blonde and five-feet-six-inches tall with an eye-popping body that screams sex. We met at a party. Her sleeveless sapphire gown was floor-length with a waist-deep, plunging neckline. Her nipples were clearly outlined by the material. The back was slit up to mid-thigh, exposing her tan calves.

We started talking, and I learned that she was twenty-nine and, like me, still looking for that special someone. By the time she accepted my invitation to a nearby restaurant, we had established a nice rapport. We selected a cozy corner table, and over drinks our desire for each other heated up.

Afterward we strolled hand in hand on the beach under a full moon, the Pacific Ocean lapping at our bare feet. We stopped, and Lynn turned to look deep into my eyes. I tossed my shoes... Leer Más