Chapter 50

• We chatted, and she was charming. I found myself getting lost in her green eyes. She was a master of the casual touch. My buddy had been right. She was on the hunt for a trophy wife position. Her personal skills were masterful. No wonder she was a successful host. It helped her hone her craft for what she really wanted.
• She ordered a second margarita and, after the waitress walked away, gently guided my hand off the table and up her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, and escorted my fingers into her pussy. It was soaking wet. My eyes popped open widely.
• "I got off three times after work thinking about what you started but didn't finish in your room," she said, "and I'm still this wet."