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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Chapter 1Gene O'Hare, sitting in his office loft on the balcony overlooking the main floor of his store, barely heard the British-accented words of Charles Lee, the Chinese jade salesman."Really, sir. This is a splendid opportunity to add to O'Hare's growing reputation as one of the West Coast's finest gift shops. We'll give you exclusive distribution rights for the area. We've permitted only two other stores west of the Mississippi to carry the Empress China Jade; they are Nieman-Marcus in Dallas and Gump's in San Francisco. As you know, our company is over two hundred years old, and we have always ..."The voice droned on. Gene was only vaguely aware of what the salesman was saying. His eyes were focused downstairs, watching the graceful, fluid movements of the tall, slender, Nordic-like Janet Morgan, whose shining hair cascaded down her back. "She looks like one of those Breck Shampoo ads," he mentally said to himself, as the sun backlighted her hair, making it look as though it were radiantly aglow with hidden inner lights. He continued to watch as she held out an expensive bronze antique vase to a middle-aged woman customer, and the movement caused the sun to silhouette the upthrust of her ripe, firm breasts straining against the black and gold silk print dress. Everything about her was notable, he thought. Her mouth was wide and generous, and her lips were full, without blemish. The eyes were a startling Arctic blue, but there was nothing glacierlike about the fires that burned within them. Actually, all things reconsidered, probably breasts and legs were her best features. The breasts were much fuller now than they had been in high school, fuller, riper, firmer ... or at least they appeared to be. The legs were long ... very long ... with gently rounded calves and spectacular thighs that were shown off to good advantage by the silk crepe dress that clung lovingly to them. But then O'Hare mused about it again. "Maybe her best feature is her ass. How very, very sexy those buttocks are ... moving with a life of their own under that dress. Oh, how I would dearly love to buy expensive clothes for her, to dress her, and then ... slowly ... undress her..-.."