He worked his way across the mess strewn bedroom and out to the partly lit hallway.He worked his way across the mess strewn bedroom and out to the partly lit hallway. Eddie hadn't stirred. Down the hall he heard a female voice, one side of a conversation. He crept closer to Paige's bedroom's door. He was able to open it about 3-4 inches to get a better view into the room. Inside was Paige, in the buff, talking to someone on the phone. Her body was stretched out across her bed, feet hanging off the sides. She would curl her toes, and kick the foot up towards her slender little bottom. He couldn't see her boobs, they were underneath, but her hair was a little longer than over her shoulders and curled nicely from a recent perm. "Oh James!, you know how badly I want you. How desperately I need to see you." Then there was a quiet pause. "I'm completely naked, just sitting here thinking of you." Again a little pause, after which she giggled. "If you want, of course." She rolled onto her back, she would like this she thought. Bob heard it as though she'd said it aloud. Her tits were now out and in view. With her free hand, she began to knead the soft flesh, occasionally squeezing her nipples. When her hand manipulated her nipples, her eyes shuttered closed until she moved her fingers elsewhere. "Oh, it feels so good love." Pause. "No, I haven't touched it yet. No. The short hairs are curling into little balls of silk fine thread. I'm a little wet. |