"Hiya" says blondie " Kathy " Hi, Craig" I notice her checking me out. Looking at my crotch( Cock growing hard) stomach chest arms ( fit from working ...ut at the gym and triathlon training) as she locks passenger door and leans against it facing me."Where are you headed?" I ask " Motu.. eka . Not sure how to pronounce it. Your good looking for a mature gent! Is there somewhere we can go. Your house maybe. " Playing dumb I say " What for? I can drop you off in Motueka." I make a show of ogling. He shook his head. “Nope. And to tell you the truth. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking yours again.” “Oh yeah,” I said teasingly. I could feel the little shorts of my cheerleader sex costume I was wearing start to dampen. “Do you think… I mean… I know it was just a ‘demo’ last week, but… I’d love to get inside your ass one more time.” He was looking at me with hopeful eyes and that boyish grin, and he just looked so sexy standing there. I felt a rush of power. Wordlessly I. “That’s more like it,” she said, turning on her heel, dropping her things, and jumping up on me wrapping her legs around my back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Now we’ve been friends a long time. We’ve traded stories. You know I get rough in bed. You know I’ve got a flithy mouth. I…I just…,” and words wouldn’t come. Didn’t matter as she released one hand and smacked me across the face. “Quit being such a fucking pussy.” Fine. I tried. I did my best to be a good guy. I wasn’t about to take anymore. This ended, abruptly, my brief fantasy of a business trip bang with this hot Bengali dish. We chatted for a while over tea. Before Mr Hossain insisted on my joining them for dinner at their home.I accepted as I had no better plans, knew no one in Dhaka and did not feel like spending lonely hours in the hotel.As we were getting into their car, Mr Hossain received a call on his mobile and after a heated and short conversation with the caller; he apologised to me and said he had to rush off to.