It was very relaxing to listen to the pitter patter of the light rain, look out at the Med and sip a café noir. I was there about an hour when a plea...ant Frenchman sat down at the table next to me. He ordered coffee and sighed, ‘Belle est pas?’ I knew that he said ‘Beautiful isn’t it,’ and I assumed he directed to me. ‘Me oui, tres beau,’ I replied agreeing with him. ‘Vous netes pas francais,’ he said stating that I wasn’t French. ‘No, je suis Americain,’ I replied telling him that I was. I guess something in scent of my pheromones set her off, because she smiled a sexy yearning and hungry smile as she handed me a towel from her gym bag to wipe off with. She said she was on her way home from a work out herself. Her sexy female scent, still in the towel also sent me into a trance, stirring up male emotions, I could feel down in my jeans which made my straining zipper, start to show a bulge from my erection. Her full and sexy lips, formed a smile on her face, that told me she. With the album in my hands, Daryl walked over to me and straddled my legs. Holding his penis in his left hand and gripping the top of my head in his right hand, he guided me to his rigid penis. '...Come now, open your mouth and take my dick in and suck it just like a baby sucking a bottle...' Daryl lifted his right leg and placed his right foot on the sofa besides me as he rubbed his pre-cum oozing penile head across my lips. I don't know why but I parted my lips and started to suck gently on. 'You could have given me a shout mate, I would have been pleased to have helped you Dave' I said.'What, like the last time you 'Helped' me John?''Did you not enjoy me helping you Dave? I had a good time, I thought you did too'.'You can help me now if you like John.''Box in the loft again is it Dave?''Sure...................or my cock in your mouth again!'With that, Dave pulled the front of his tracksuit down to reveal his long, wide, and rapidly hardening shaft to me. I instantly remembered how.