Tasting the good FLESH

I am no longer Virgin, en bon et du forme
Thing never dared since I taste the enjoyment by all the senses and in all its senses...

I discovered her when she smiled at me as a thank-you for giving her the way to the small-town supermarket where I was on business. Sandals at her feet of Cinderella, wide shorts and light t-shirt barely hiding her nipples... This little face was certainly a holidayer in this lost corner. No more than 40 years old, this pretty chestnut had impressed me with her fugitive olive looks. But I had to get back to my 3* and ready for a official... When I arrived at the restaurant where I was looking for my hosts in the dark of the room, I met the same olive gaze; alone in a casual dress, she gave me a smile warmer than the previous one; I responded similarly. The bells of an unexpected adventure were already ringing in my head: 'What a happy coincidence!!!'...
My hosts left me after 2 hours of blablas. I stayed for a “last drink” because SHE was still there and still alone with her glass of rosé. I didn’t want to take her aback by inviting her to continue with me, but I was dying to. She, she was bolder; she got up, walked to my table and settled down informally on the seat on my right side like a sweetheart who had just done her beauty. Good evening, she said with a voice of a great smoker, “I hope not to bother you, but you seemed so kind that I could not resist the idea of approaching you...” Gawking, I could only drink his words. “You did very well...” I replied stammering. Giving way had apparently opened another in this town, I will learn later, favorite of the third gender.
'Selmi', she said, holding out her hand, that I caught warmly... With our refreshed drinks, she began to tell that they had rented the apartment for the holidays but that the other two had already quit. “It feels good to be with myself because soon I’m going to get lost in the infernal gear.” “How about you?”... “Passing through for my job” I replied, making eyes, now that the amount of wine in my veins had increased. After an hour of words and another “half” in our veins, Selmi’s always bold looks became warmer. The restaurant was quiet and not a single head was turned to spy on these two strangers who found themselves at the same table in the that evening. Very strange! it is not in the habits of the country...