Time passed slowly, and I wondered what plans Fiona might have for us two beyond drawing. I wanted to ask Sylvia if she knew anything, but she didn’t want to talk about it. I understood her. After all, I had been too upset to say much at all during lunch, and she had been gentle with me.Sylvia’s phone beeped. People glared at us, and she rushed to put everything in her backpack. I got my things, though it took me a little longer. Sylvia kept pacing about, wordlessly hurrying me to get it done. I followed her as she ran to the entrance, where we were supposed to meet Fiona, but there was no-one there.“Why are you so impatient?” I said. “She’s not even here yet.”“Have you ever been late for her?” she asked.“Once. She told me never to do it again.”“Well,” she said, “let’s just say she means it.”“And now?”“Now we wait. The rules don’t apply to her, you see.”I sighed. We waited while scores of girls came out of the school, as their teams and clubs finished, and looked at us wondering what. You are wearing a tight white t-shirt and black bikini bottom. This is the part of the job I like; always getting a steady flow of happy competition winners. However, this time the winner is un-accompanied. Your husband is on a business trip, and your friend would be joining you tomorrow. The crew member brings your cocktail, and as you take a sip I can see you visibly relax as the delicious mix glides down your throat. He saunters off, and you stretch out once more on the sun lounger. After a few minutes, you sit up, and look around as if to take in the view, but seem to be discretely checking there are no onlookers. Very slowly and gingerly you take off your t shirt. Your breasts are perfectly pear shaped, with pert nipples accentuating their form, with very sensual white tan lines. I suddenly feel like a voyeur, and avert my gaze back to the dials and instruments in front of me. But have you seen me ... could you see me? I look down again to look in awe at you, and by this time.
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