| Author: | DS Delacroix | ISBN: | 1230000118831 |
| Publisher: | Adventures in Imagination Media LLC | Publication: | April 2, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | DS Delacroix |
| ISBN: | 1230000118831 |
| Publisher: | Adventures in Imagination Media LLC |
| Publication: | April 2, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Raven-haired Erin needs this deal bad! Her job depends on it! But just when she thinks that her life has become complicated enough, she gets a message: from the Traveler's Club. Ordered to report to a club that night, Erin navigates dangerous nighttime Florence, Italy for an evening that she will never forget! Erin has to take on two men before she can leave Italy. Is she up to the challenge?
“Would you boys mind if I took a quick shower? I haven’t stopped all day!”
Jameel looked at Tom. “I don’t mind,” he said quickly. Tom shrugged. “Its’ up to you. If it makes you more comfortable, then sure.”
Erin smiled at them and stood. “I’ll be right back, then,” she said and walked into the huge bedroom. She found the closet that had all of the hangers that Tom was not using and began to undress. She heard the TV come on and the men start talking. I guess they are giving me some space, she thought. She hung up all of her clothes and the ones that she could not she folded and placed in a neat pile on a side table. She looked around; Tom was very tidy.
Erin walked into the bathroom and found what she was looking for: a large bathrobe and scented oil. She navigated the controls for the water until she had it exactly where she wanted it: hot, but not scalding. As soon as the water was right, she stepped in and sucked in her breath. Hot, which she needed after such a long day. She turned and wet every part of her body, except her hair, which she kept dry. She used the oil and massaged it into her skin. She started with her neck, then worked it down her arms. When she had warmed up, she covered her breasts and massaged the oil into them, squeezing them slightly and pulling at her nipples. She poured some more onto her hands and rubbed her stomach, down over abdomen, and into her pubic hair. Erin spread some over her thighs and pressed hard to release the tension from her day. Once she was satisfied, she rubbed her butt and poured more onto her hands. She rubbed her outer lips, then spread herself open and rubbed one well-oiled finger down into herself. She sighed as she rubbed the finger over her clit and deep into her folds.
When she was satisfied that she was clean and oiled enough, she turned the water off and dried herself. She stepped into the large, white, fluffy bathrobe and was immediately glad that she had decided to take a shower, if for no other reason than this feeling, right here. She stepped out of the steamy room and walked out into the bedroom. The cold air hit her like a slap to the face. Well, I’m awake now! she thought.
Erin walked out into the living room, where the men were arguing over the merits of cricket vs. soccer. A cricket game played out on the large screen on one wall. She giggled watching them. As soon as they noticed her, they stopped talking and stared. Tom grabbed the controls and switched off the TV.
“Oh, no, by all means continue. I’ll just go to bed,” she said, an impish grin on her face.
“No, no, that’s alright!” “Yeah, we’re done. No, don’t do that!” they talked over each other.
“Soo, you don’t want me to go to bed now?” she said, playing with the white cotton belt that held her robe closed.
Tom and Jameel quickly glanced at each other, Jameel nodded and Tom shook his head back at him. She giggled at them again. Tom stood up and walked over to her, taking her hands in his.
“Why don’t you enjoy some more champagne, first?” he asked, his eyes staring into hers. He walked backwards, taking her back to the couch. He sat her down between them, then sat down to one side. Jameel handed her the glass of champagne that she had left on the side table. He stared at her exposed legs under the robe.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, looking at Jameel.
“Yes,” he answered. He seemed suddenly short of breath. “Very nice,” Tom said in his deep voice. She turned and found his eyes running over her body, trying to see through and around the robe. Erin laughed, took a long pull of champagne, handed it to Tom, and undid the knot at her waist. She pulled open the robe and lay the sides on both men so that they could see her pale body for themselves. Both took deep drinks while their eyes roamed her naked valleys.
Raven-haired Erin needs this deal bad! Her job depends on it! But just when she thinks that her life has become complicated enough, she gets a message: from the Traveler's Club. Ordered to report to a club that night, Erin navigates dangerous nighttime Florence, Italy for an evening that she will never forget! Erin has to take on two men before she can leave Italy. Is she up to the challenge?
“Would you boys mind if I took a quick shower? I haven’t stopped all day!”
Jameel looked at Tom. “I don’t mind,” he said quickly. Tom shrugged. “Its’ up to you. If it makes you more comfortable, then sure.”
Erin smiled at them and stood. “I’ll be right back, then,” she said and walked into the huge bedroom. She found the closet that had all of the hangers that Tom was not using and began to undress. She heard the TV come on and the men start talking. I guess they are giving me some space, she thought. She hung up all of her clothes and the ones that she could not she folded and placed in a neat pile on a side table. She looked around; Tom was very tidy.
Erin walked into the bathroom and found what she was looking for: a large bathrobe and scented oil. She navigated the controls for the water until she had it exactly where she wanted it: hot, but not scalding. As soon as the water was right, she stepped in and sucked in her breath. Hot, which she needed after such a long day. She turned and wet every part of her body, except her hair, which she kept dry. She used the oil and massaged it into her skin. She started with her neck, then worked it down her arms. When she had warmed up, she covered her breasts and massaged the oil into them, squeezing them slightly and pulling at her nipples. She poured some more onto her hands and rubbed her stomach, down over abdomen, and into her pubic hair. Erin spread some over her thighs and pressed hard to release the tension from her day. Once she was satisfied, she rubbed her butt and poured more onto her hands. She rubbed her outer lips, then spread herself open and rubbed one well-oiled finger down into herself. She sighed as she rubbed the finger over her clit and deep into her folds.
When she was satisfied that she was clean and oiled enough, she turned the water off and dried herself. She stepped into the large, white, fluffy bathrobe and was immediately glad that she had decided to take a shower, if for no other reason than this feeling, right here. She stepped out of the steamy room and walked out into the bedroom. The cold air hit her like a slap to the face. Well, I’m awake now! she thought.
Erin walked out into the living room, where the men were arguing over the merits of cricket vs. soccer. A cricket game played out on the large screen on one wall. She giggled watching them. As soon as they noticed her, they stopped talking and stared. Tom grabbed the controls and switched off the TV.
“Oh, no, by all means continue. I’ll just go to bed,” she said, an impish grin on her face.
“No, no, that’s alright!” “Yeah, we’re done. No, don’t do that!” they talked over each other.
“Soo, you don’t want me to go to bed now?” she said, playing with the white cotton belt that held her robe closed.
Tom and Jameel quickly glanced at each other, Jameel nodded and Tom shook his head back at him. She giggled at them again. Tom stood up and walked over to her, taking her hands in his.
“Why don’t you enjoy some more champagne, first?” he asked, his eyes staring into hers. He walked backwards, taking her back to the couch. He sat her down between them, then sat down to one side. Jameel handed her the glass of champagne that she had left on the side table. He stared at her exposed legs under the robe.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, looking at Jameel.
“Yes,” he answered. He seemed suddenly short of breath. “Very nice,” Tom said in his deep voice. She turned and found his eyes running over her body, trying to see through and around the robe. Erin laughed, took a long pull of champagne, handed it to Tom, and undid the knot at her waist. She pulled open the robe and lay the sides on both men so that they could see her pale body for themselves. Both took deep drinks while their eyes roamed her naked valleys.
