My Mature Fantasy: How it Began.

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My Mature Fantasy: How it Began.I was stood by the kitchen counter one morning as she entered and closed the door. I had my back to her and so turned to see what she was doing. She carried a pile of clothes, which she set down by the washing machine before walking over to the kitchen table to check her mobile phone. I directed my attention towards her.She was wrapped in a red dressing gown, which was not the most flattering of robes but, feeling amorous, I was intrigued to see what was underneath. I averted my gaze sahabet güvenilirmi to the floor but my eyes soon followed a trail that lead to her bare feet. I quickly glanced upwards to make sure she had not noticed me looking. She was still concentrating on reading her text messages. Feeling a little more daring, I returned to my voyeuristic behaviour and began to stare at her legs.Her legs were smooth and cleanly shaven. The bronze colour of her skin was accentuated by the red morning light sahabet yeni giriş that crept through the window of the back door. The light cast shadows onto her legs and gave the impression of toning to her calf muscles. It was not so much the length of them but the shape that drew me in. I was transfixed…I imagined walking over to her. Placing my hands on her wide hips, I motioned her to perch her behind on the edge of the table top. I looked into her blue eyes. They showed excitement. sahabet giriş I looked down and moved my right hand towards her left knee. I used my thumb to brush the hem of her dressing gown to one side and began to run my fingertips up the inside of her thigh. She drew breath and…My daze was broken by the sound of her mobile phone hitting the floor. It bounced once before sliding towards my feet. I bent down to pick it up and she rushed across the kitchen floor to do the same. As I reached for the phone, she scooped it into her hand. She remained bent over due to her robe having unravelled itself. I caught a glimpse of her cleavage before she scrambled to wrap herself back up again. She stood up straight to look at me and with a wry smile, she exited the kitchen. Had she seen me looking?

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