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<blockquote data-quote="CDA" data-source="post: 32857" data-attributes="member: 103">He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room.&nbsp; Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.&nbsp;He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.&nbsp; &quot;Just relax.&quot;&nbsp;Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily.&nbsp; My breath caught in my throat.&nbsp; I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care.&nbsp; His touch was so experienced, so sure.&nbsp;When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes.&nbsp; My pulse was pounding.&nbsp; I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage..&nbsp; And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.&nbsp; Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.&nbsp;Although I knew nothing about this man,&nbsp; I felt oddly trusting and expectant.&nbsp; This is a man, I thought.&nbsp; A man used to taking charge.&nbsp; A man not used to taking &quot;No&quot; for an answer.&nbsp; A man who would tell me what he wanted.&nbsp; A man who would look into my soul and say ... &quot;Okay Mam,&quot; said a voice, &quot;All done.&quot;&nbsp;My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.&nbsp; &quot;You can board your flight now.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/lol.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="lol&nbsp; &nbsp; :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" /><img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/lol.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="lol&nbsp; &nbsp; :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" /><img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/lol.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="lol&nbsp; &nbsp; :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" /><img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/lol.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="lol&nbsp; &nbsp; :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="CDA, post: 32857, member: 103"] He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "No" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay Mam," said a voice, "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now." :lol::lol::lol::lol: [/QUOTE]

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