Harbor Point was supposed to be a beautiful part of Stamford CT, but I wasn’t all that impressed when I arrived following a drive of over an hour from JFK International Airport.

The flight from Dublin had begun a little better than I had expected when an absolute fox took the aisle seat beside the window seat that I occupied. On the advice of my mother, I upgraded the flight to Business Class at my own expense, hoping to catch some sleep following an insanely late night beforehand, only ending when I kissed, Natalie, a beautiful work colleague who had become close, and left her, naked and sleeping peacefully, in her cosy bed.

I was debating whether I should have left a note for her, when a blonde vixen with huge blue eyes smiled at me and wished me a good morning. 

“Hi,” I said, “welcome aboard.”

“You look the same as how I feel,” she said.

“That could be taken in many different ways,” I said.

She laughed.

“I suppose it could,” she said, offering her hand. “I’m Clara Dunne.”

“Tony Harris,” I said, taking it and squeezing it slightly.

She took her overcoat off and placed it beside her carry-on bag in the overhead locker. As she stretched to reach it I saw her fantastic figure and imagined her naked as we made love in a bright room decorated all in white. She wore a white top that displayed her pert breasts, shoulders, and arms beautifully and a pair of pink shorts just to annoy everyone with her perfect tanned legs. I got an instant semi as I sat there watching her, quickly looking out the window at a chap in a high viz jacket speaking into a phone as she turned her head towards me.

• Book 1 of 7
• Print length: 43 pages
• Language: English
• Publication date@ 15th July 2025