Chapter 16

• Amanda, as I finally recalled, was a large woman, tall, well proportioned, with a humongous pair of tits, a nicely rounded arse, and a very beautiful face that would have looked even prettier if she'd lost some weight. She's the one whose husband worked offshore and had mouthed the words, Fuck me, on that memorable Sunday morning of our first meeting.
• Having gotten the who's who finally straightened out in my mind, I whiled away the rest of the day trying not to build up my expectations. As the time for arrival at Belinda's house approached, I showered, shaved, and dressed deciding to go "commando" instead of my usual bikini briefs. One less article of clothing to remove, I mused with a salacious chuckle. So much for not thinking about what might take place later. Nonetheless, I just couldn't get Belinda's mention of a surprise out of mind.
• I pulled into the driveway and noticed two cars parked there, but didn't put any significance to it. I rang the doorbell and heard a voice come through the intercom box near the door. "Come on in, the door is open, but lock it behind you, I'm upstairs." Taking the stairs two at a time, I heard Belinda's unmistakable voice coming from a room on my right. Walking quickly, I passed one room and peeked in. It looked like the main bedroom, but no one was there, so I continued down the hallway until I came to the last door. "I'm in here", I heard and I pushed open the already partially closed door. I was greeted by the sight of Belinda partially sitting up, back against the pillows, on the bed, totally naked atop the very messed and wrinkled bed linen.