From her luscious grapefruit sized breasts with their pert rosebud nipples, to her discreetly pierced navel, to an almost invisible brush stroke of blond pussy hair – such as Renoir might have painted, Tamsin was exquisite. Her hand squeezed me once more and I totally surrendered. I pressed the button hard for the fifth floor, turning away from Tamsin as I did so. I paid no attention to the meeting that I was late for, I cancelled two appointments that I had later that afternoon and I said goodbye to no one when I left the building at 5:15. An instant later a waitress appeared to take her order. Hastily, I pretended to take something out of my wallet and sat back down. My eyes savored legs, hips and butt, shoulders swaying and most potent of all, tumbling golden hair; beautiful beyond words.
