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Perfect Girl – Part 3 (The morning after)I awoke, dazzled by a shaft of sunlight, streaming through a gap in the curtains. My tired, bleary eyes adjusted, and focused on the sight of the golden light dancing joyfully across Angela’s exposed breasts.She was fast asleep, her delicate features highlighted by the warm glow of morning. I glanced at my phone, only 6 am. It was early, but I was quickly awake, my mind instantly racing with a confusing range of thoughts and emotions.I eased myself from under the covers, careful not to disturb Angela. She stirred momentarily then sighed contentedly, a picture of serene gorgeousness. I slipped into the bathroom, remembering to pick up a towel this time, and quietly closed the door.Sitting on the toilet, I tried to make sense of things.I was conflicted. Happy, even euphoric, reliving last night’s love making yet ashamed for succumbing to temptation. Was what we shared wrong? For all the reasons I tried so hard to resist her, I felt guilty. Recalling the pure, unrestrained pleasure we’d shared, I felt exultant.I showered and dressed as stealthily as I could. Angela continued to sleep. I decided a brisk walk, in the cool morning sun, would help clear my head. I scribbled a note and placed it on my pillow.“Gone for a walk, won’t be long.Annie x”.The back gate of the hotel lead directly onto a footpath which disappeared into some picturesque woods. I walked, aimlessly, meandering between the trees. My inner voices arguing about the rights and wrongs of sleeping with my daughter’s best friend. My daughter’s beautiful, intelligent, irresistible, consenting young friend.What would Ellie say? Did she need to know? What about my husband?My ‘sensible’ voice prevailed, and I decided there and then they must never know, there was no point in hurting them.I also decided, reluctantly and with a heavy heart it couldn’t happen again. Though young, Angela was old enough and certainly wise enough to understand why.Best to clarify things as soon as I got back to the room, I didn’t want to string her along. bahis firmaları I turned and started back down the fern lined track, sad at the idea of disappointing her, but resolved that I was doing the right thing.Something caught my eye moving through the foliage. I could make out the shape of a slight figure moving up the winding path. A glint of coppery, orange intermittently sparked between the leaves. Soon Angela’s pretty, freckled face came into view. She bounced towards me, grinning cheerfully, her ginger hair flopped messily yet alluringly across her forehead. It was chilly, so I was surprised she was only wearing a thin, sleeveless top. The cold air was making her nipples stand out invitingly. I tried unsuccessfully to prevent myself staring at them.“There you are!” She called, as she skipped towards me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, planting an affection kiss on my lips. She squeezed me tight.” I hope you weren’t thinking of dumping me already?”.This was awkward.“Don’t be silly!” I laughed, nervously.Her expression told me she knew something was up.”Let’s go back to the room and get warm, you must be freezing.” I added quickly.“I’m not cold” she insisted. “I’d love it if we could just walk for a bit?”“Sure.” I agreed “But we can’t be long, and we do need to talk about …you know?”“About how great we are together you mean?”“Well yes, but it’s not that simple…”“Please don’t say any more, can we just enjoy being together for a bit longer?” She she pressed a finger gently against my lips.“Yeah, that’d be nice”. I agreed.We ambled for a few minutes, moving in and out of cool damp shade and pools of warm sunlight. She looked at home amongst the trees. She slipped her had into mine and squeezed gently. Speckled sunlight skipped across her sweet face and slim, yet curvaceous body.With warning she let go of my hand and jumped up onto a fallen tree trunk. She danced nimbly along its length, oblivious to the hanging leaves brushing against her joyful face. She hopped off the end and disappeared behind a large kaçak iddaa oak tree. I glanced at my watch andwaited for a minute or so.“Angela, where are you?” I called out.” We really need to head back”.Moments later her freckled face popped out from behind the oak.“Awwwww…Annie” “She whined. Don’t you want to have some fun? Come on, this place is amazing…the car can wait. Another half an hour won’t hurt!”Her pleas were impossible to reject, those big blue eyes staring at me so beguilingly. Besides, I hadn’t wandered amongst the trees for ages, this place was kind of magical and the car wasn’t going anywhere. What was the hurry?Angela darted back into the woods. I trotted after her, but she soon disappeared from view.I weaved between the trees and bushes, trying to catch sight of her, for several minutes walking in circles, calling her name. Eventually I picked up the path again and followed it into a small grassy clearing. Angela was sitting against a tree about on the far side, with her arms folded.“What kept you?” she grinned cheekily.“My legs don’t move as quickly as they used to” I frowned, genuinely irritated.She stood up and walked towards me.“I’m sorry, Annie” She smiled, apologetically.She stopped in front of me and gave me a consoling peck on the cheek.“Let me make it up to you”. There was a roguish glint in her eyes. She stepped back and lifted her top, revealing her pert young breasts.“Angela!” I gasped, anxiously looking about.“Don’t worry, there’s no one around” She laughed.” And anyway, what if there were?” she added defiantly.She looked so hot, her hair shining in the soft morning light, eyes sparkling provocatively, and her tits looked incredible. I felt my pussy pulse and my labia begin to swell.“Angela, stop it.” I protested, weakly.“Why, don’t you like my tits anymore?” She ran her fingers over her pale pink areolae, teasing her nipples invitingly.“Angela, you’re incorrigible” I tried and failed to repress a smile.“Ok, your turn!” She insisted.“No, way!” I replied bluntly.“Well that’s hardly fair, after kaçak bahis all I gave you a nice flash”. She argued, a hint of sulkiness in her voice. “Aww, please Annie, you know you want to”.“I’m serious”. I added firmly, yet unconvincingly.She pouted.“But what if someone comes?” I countered.“Then lucky them…they get to see your amazing tits!”I confess there was a huge part of me that was excited at the prospect of baring my tits, not exactly in public, but with the possibility of being caught. I could feel my nipples hardening at the prospect, not to mention a distinct moistness welling up between my legs.“You know you want to” She urged, provocatively. Was I really that easy to read?“Oh, what the fuck!” I declared. Reaching behind my back and eased my tits free of my bra, my heart was pounding. I took one last look around and I pulled my jumper up, revealing myself. The cool morning air was invigorating. My nipples were big and hard”.“Yay!” Angela cried gleefully applauding appreciatively.I felt liberated. I know getting your tits out in the woods with no one around is no big deal, but I’d never had the nerve to do anything like it before. Now I wanted someone to walk out into the clearing and catch me.A dog came scampering out of the bushes, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I pulled my jumper down. Angela also covered up.Moments later an elderly man, ambled into view.“Morning ladies”. He greeted us with a friendly nod of the head.“Morning” we replied in unison.“Lovely day.” He added.“Sure is”. Angela replied.“Glorious” I agreed.“What do you reckon? Angela whispered. ”Probably a bit too old and I prefer them with their own teeth” She whispered.“What are you like?” I smiled.She just smiled. The man waved and ambled on after his dog.“That was so close!“ I went on, “But fun.” I admitted.She grinned mischievously.“You know what really IS fun?” She asked. I could tell this was a leading question.“No, what?” I asked warily.“Masturbating… in the open air…when there’s a chance someone might interrupt”.“No way!” I replied.“Yes way!” She countered,” In fact…” She leant against a tree and unbuttoned her jeans.“Angela, you can’t.”“Yes, I can” She smiled.“I mean, you mustn’t…”But her jeans were already round her ankles…she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

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