The Balcony
Rachel felt groping hands on her arse cheeks before she was fully aware he was behind her. She gave a slight shudder of unexpected delight. Rachel O’Connor was enjoying the view. It was timeless and serene. From their hotel balcony she had the panorama of Budapest, the Danube and a few river barges. She felt like pinching herself. Here she was in one of the most beautiful cities anywhere; a classy hotel, a stately balcony, a cultural show and a formal tour dinner, to fill the night. She...
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