<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanhealthandbeauty.com/art/Mature-Brunette-Smiling.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melanie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool House, private Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening DAY 1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander<br/><br/>Melanie was breathing harder now, with Alexander's hands smoothing over her front, closer and closer to her stiff nipples. Her body was aching for his hands to brush over them, caress them, stroke them. The towel over her eyes only added to the intensity of her feeling. There was no visual cues. Everything he did came as a surprise, keeping her nerves on edge in a tingling, intense sort of way. She bit her lip against another moan of desire as they came so so close...but didn't give her the satisfaction of actually touching them.<br/><br/>His hands slid lower...lower...she was nearly panting as his fingers spread her thighs apart, the cool air tantalizingly brushing against her already wet pussy. She shivered slightly with desire, wanting him...needing him. Her body was aching to be touched. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her full, pouty lips.