Chapter 109 Woman Of His Dreams> EP1

• She was 5'10" and her body was absolutely my wildest fantasy. Put that together with her beautiful face, long flowing auburn hair, and exquisitely sexy clothes, and maybe you can understand what happened to me.
• The first time I saw her, I did a double-take, because she looked so much like the supermodel Stephanie Seymour, about whom I'd had countless wet dreams. She was washing her car while wearing a skimpy black bikini in the condominium parking lot. I lived less than three miles away, but had arrived for a tennis match with a friend.
• As I walked past her on the way to the courts, I couldn't help but ogle her ass as she bent over to dip the sponge in the bucket of soapy water. She noticed me looking, and as I caught her eye, she straightened up, looked right at me, and gave me a real friendly smile. "Hi," she said; I couldn't have continued walking if I'd wanted to . . . and I didn't want to. I stammered a hello, and we introduced ourselves. Her name was Nicole – when I told her my name (Pete), she smiled again, and I felt like I had walked into a dream. After she had thoroughly and deliberately wrung the excess water out of the sponge, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time, I excused myself by saying I was headed to the tennis courts for my match.