When the last flight out for home gets cancelled, what’s a woman to do? If you’re recently divorced Vivian Duncan, you call an escort service naturally. But what Viv requires needs the special touch of someone special, someone who can reignite aMoreWhen the last flight out for home gets cancelled, what’s a woman to do? If you’re recently divorced Vivian Duncan, you call an escort service naturally.
But what Viv requires needs the special touch of someone special, someone who can reignite a passionate fling from nearly thirty years earlier.Tonya arrives- young, beautiful and just the right shade of mocha brown. She believes she’s got just what Vivian needs, and she’s determined to prove it…even if it takes all night.Sample:She closed her eyes, leaned in and she kissed me. Her lips were soft and moist. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. A gasp of breath escaped from my lungs. I don’t know about this. She didn’t rush, just a couple of subtle, chaste kisses, almost platonic.Tonya sat back.
She drew imaginary circles on my knee with a painted fingernail. “How was that?”“Nice.”She smiled and stroked my cheek with her fingers. “Good. You want to do more?”“Yes.”“I’m glad.” Her fingers lightly caressed my throat. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the cleft in my chin. Her touch was like a match striking kindling. She kissed me again. We kissed, no longer chaste or platonic, but wet, wantonly, all in.
Her hands stroked my hair. She rubbed my back and caressed my arm. Then she stood up and she took my hand.I looked up at her longingly.“Let’s go into the bedroom.”“Okay,” I said, getting up on already wobbly legs.