Joseph stood at the bottom of the steps leading to Sylvanna’s flat looking up at her window trying to calm his excitement at seeing her again. Joseph rang her bell holding his breath that she would be in, his eagerness to be near her and hear her voice would destroy the crescendo that had built up inside him if she were not at home. After weeks of anticipation and reliving the scenario of seeing her for the first time in three months, it was unbearable to think it was not going to happen at this very moment. Joseph waited for a few minutes, filled with anticipation, his heart thudding, with what seemed an eternity; he rang the bell again, becoming more and more agitated. Suddenly the door opened and Sylvanna appeared with a towel wrapped around her head and wearing a pink satin dressing gown tied tightly around her waist. At first Joseph was completely taken aback and for the first time since their first meeting, he was not his usually controlled self. This delectable creature that had absorbed all his thoughts over the last few months was standing in front of him. A dark curl escaped from the towel and hung loosely over her forehead, she looked so endearing and innocent. “I am sorry I was washing my hair and only just heard the door bell. Your mother told me you would be calling but I thought it would be later. Please come in, I have just made some fresh coffee, it is so nice to see you again.” She held the door open and beckoned him inside. Joseph composed himself and kissed her gently on each cheek before following her upstairs. Despite trying to avert his eyes, he couldn’t help but notice her full rounded buttocks swaying as she climbed the stairs in front of him. The silky, sensual fabric of her dressing gown falling into the crease of her bottom, outlining her perfectly shaped hips, left very little to his imagination. The impulse to reach out and run his fingers down the furrow where the soft flowing fabric rested, and venture further reaching the very essence of his desire, took all his self control not to fulfil his gratuitous pent up compulsion and make an impetuous move that could ruin everything. He cast all thoughts of sexual desire from his mind and concentrated on the reason he was there with Sylvanna today. ‘It would happen soon’ he told himself trying to placate his desire to possess this voluptuous and sweet natured woman. Upstairs, Joseph sank back into the large sofa. He sat looking around the bay fronted room searching for all things that showed what Sylvannas life was about. Although the furniture and furnishings were old and shabby, all the personal things that adorned the room, the feminine touches, family photos and handed down laces from her grandmother, gave the room old world charm and tranquillity. Sylvanna appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray with coffee and biscuits. She bent over and placed the tray on the coffee table in front of Joseph. As she did so the top of her dressing gown fell open displaying more of her breast than she would have wanted. Joseph pretended he had not noticed. Sylvanna quickly stood up and adjusted the belt around her waist pulling the neckline tighter. ‘I will just quickly dry my hair and put on some clothes pour your coffee and I will be back in two minutes.’ Sylvanna could not get into her bedroom quick enough; she did not want Joseph to assume she was encouraging him and wanted to make him aware the display of her breast had been nothing more than accidental. Joseph on the other hand was pleased have the time to compose himself. The feeling in his loins reacted immediately to Sylvanna’s exposed flesh. Sylvanna reappeared with her full curly hair bouncing around her shoulders, wearing just a hint makeup, a white V neck sweater and blue tight trousers. She sat herself in a chair opposite him and instantly felt at ease and eager to hear what he had to say.