He was mesmerized by her swaying hips, drinking in her hourglass form, then her chest and then her face as she closed the distance between them. His tongue and words were sluggish as she spoke to him. The moment was surreal as she whispered in his ear and caressed his cheek.<br/><br/>He didnt give her a chance to pull away. He dropped his cleaning supplies and pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed those supple lips of hers, down her neck and back again, barely give her a chance to breathe as he pressed against her. He caught the faint fragrance of the shampoo that she used that morning mingled with the clean sweat from the steamy room they were in. She had no where to go as he ran his arms up and down her back, the thick bulge in his cotton fisherman's pants (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_fisherman_pants) was pressed against her.<br/><br/>Soon, her dress had crept up over her ass allowing him to tangle his hands in her underwear. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall as they continued their heavy petting. "I've waited for you, Saru. Why did you leave for so long?"