"Thank you, sir," she beamed, walking into the room.

Sitting down on a sofa, she pulled her short skirt up to expose part of her bare thigh above her dark hose.

"Care for a drink?" he asked, staring at her creamy white flesh above her stockings.

"No thank you," she smiled, crossing her legs. "Mind if I do?" he inquired. "Certainly not," Nadine replied, more than pleased with the man's appearance. Most of her clients were much older and she was surprised that this handsome young man in his middle thirties would pay a hundred dollars for a piece of ass. With his manners and good looks, he should have plenty of girls throwing themselves at him.

"I'm Nadine," she smiled when he sat down next to her with his drink.

"Nadine," he said, a strange expression coming over his face as he starred at her. "Not Nadine Murphy?"

"I was before I married," she replied, studying his vaguely familiar face.

"My God!" he gasped. "I can't believe it!"

"Shorty!" she half-screamed when she suddenly recognized him.

"My God!" he repeated, placing his glass down on an end table. "Didn't you marry Kent Crawford, the department store owner?"

"Sure," she smiled. "We're still married and have two kids."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" the man asked.

"Because I love to fuck," was her honest answer. "My family doesn't know anything about it!"

"I can't believe it's really you," he continued. "I've thought of you so often over the years."

"I've thought about you, too," she admitted. "Only this morning I was thinking about our first fuck."

"I often think about it, too," he grinned. "There's never been any other fuck like those we used to have when we were kids."

"I know," Nadine smiled. "Nothing ever matched those days."

They just sat staring at each other, their minds filled with delicious memories.