Needless to say, my pencils, brushes and paper loved Loretta. At last she said,
“Ok, now it’s my turn.”
“Right, take your time.”
“Would you like me to leave Loretta?” That was Ulrich being his usual gentlemanly self. This time I was going to have her stand and lean on the back of the chair with her hair down. After the waiter had left I took time to admire Loretta’s face and her fine clothes. She did all this with just the right degrees of passion and tenderness so that soon, I found my head spinning with delight. My words and instructions seemed largely lost on her however. I could feel myself growing harder and harder. I drew her back and her muscular shoulders, her lithe arms and her luxuriant hair that seemed to have a life of its own. In the time since we had returned from lunch she had relaxed and seemed calm and content. It was only now that her full beauty was revealed. “Ulrich, would you help me, please.”
Ulrich obliged and I marveled at my first sight of Loretta’s fine breasts.
