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Suddenly we start to talk more quietly,
we stand closer, our bodies almost touching, as we walk
around, you touching my shoulder, ostensibly to guide me; I
rest my hand on your back, possibly for support. We just need
to touch each other!
    You throw open the owner's bedroom suite with a flourish,
and we both burst out giggling. We know exactly what we'd
like to do, and the knowledge that we can't is both tantalising
and hilarious. You make some very lewd suggestions about the
size of the bed, and I pretend to be offended and flounce off
into the bathroom. You move in behind me, quickly closing
and locking the door.
    I am standing in front of the big mirror above the sink and
you come up behind me, slowly; you put your arms around me
and I lean back into you. Silence. It feels good at last to be so
close to each other again. We can feel each other breathing
deeply. You bend down and slowly kiss me on the side of the
neck. I gasp, your lips, so sensual, so soft, gently caress my skin
and with one hand you lift my hair and move your kisses to
the back of my neck. I can see your head bent low in the mirror
and I raise my hands to reach into your thick hair. With your
other hand, you reach into my cardigan, softly stroking the
skin of my chest and then my breasts until you reach a nipple;
already hard, you gently caress it, and again I moan with deep
deep pleasure and you smile happily.
    I try to turn around, and beg you to kiss me on the lips, but
you won't. You stand up straight and with both hands you
undo my cardigan, watching your hands, watching my eyes in
the mirror as you do so. I keep my eyes fixed on your eyes
in the mirror, enjoying the sensations of your fingers on my
flesh. Suddenly, with a quiet and gentle movement, you pull
both breasts out of my bra, holding them in your hands,
weighing them, as if they were some precious commodity. I
lean back into you even more, pressing my body into yours,
feeling something hard in my back. We both smile at each
other. Again, I beg you to kiss me on the lips and again you
say no! You are just enjoying watching your fingers caress my
breasts and nipples, the hard feel of them, watching as a flush
comes to my cheeks and chest.
    You bend down again and kiss me gently on the shoulder
and very slowly you slide to your knees, not once taking your
hands away from my breasts. Without your body to support
me, I have to rest myself against the marble unit, my breathing
hard and heavy. Slowly, you move your hands down from my
breasts to my waist, to my hips, down past my thighs to my
knees, where you reach my skin. Your hands are hot, soft and
hard on my legs, and it feels good.
    Slowly, you move your hands back up my legs. I'm really
having to support myself now; my legs are weak with desire
and I know that I am hot and moist with excitement and that
at any minute you're going to discover this, and I'm going to
feel a little ashamed of how quickly you've managed to excite
and arouse me.
    You know I'm aroused; you have seen the light in my eyes
and don't need to do any confirmatory explorations. But you
know what you want to do, and with one swift movement you
hook your fingers in the top of my tanga and bring them down
to my ankles. 'What?' I cry, not sure whether to laugh or be
cross.
    'Step out of them,' you order.
    I do so. I have no choice and you put them in the pocket of
your boiler suit, turn around and walk out of the bathroom.
    Damn you! I push myself back into my bra and button myself
up and, although my legs are still trembling with excitement,
I manage to follow you out and back into the suite.
    So the tour continues, only this time whenever we go up
any stairs you, being the gentleman, go last in case I should
fall. And each time one of your hands reaches up into my skirt,
sometimes you just hold my buttocks, sometimes you explore
a bit deeper, sometimes a finger comes out glistening and wet
and you taste it, meeting my eyes as you do so. You know
exactly what you're doing to