The local haunt of The Observer’s journos.Mike Bennett. 50-something, slightly overweight, grayish hair. Habitually dressed in dark-grey pants and w...ite crumpled business shirt with loose hanging cheap tie. Forever married to his sweetheart Maureen. “You know Meredith, it’s always the same, nothing changes…” He takes a sip from his beer. We are at a table in the corner. Mahogany and gleaming copper interior, sports memorabilia everywhere. I scan the walls. Baseball, ice hockey, shirts, photos,. I was due to go back to start University. If time was precious then there was none to waste. This felt so powerful – it felt so right. When we started on this adventure, naively we thought we had single-handedly invented sex. We knew now there was so much more to learn about that and each other.Learn we did. As we fucked, Brigitte goaded me with her desires. We fucked on the naturist beach so many times I lost count. Each time, she would reveal a little more of her fantasies. It always. " I... uh... I was looking, I mean I saw... Spectra..." I stammered out, making a complete ass of myself."Why certainly, I'll call her out for you," the woman replied, and tapped out some commands on her terminal."Uh, no, that's okay, you don't have to that. I, uh, think I made a mistake coming here..." I mumbled, while slowly backing towards the door. Then she was there, Spectra in front of me, as naked and as glorious as in her profile images. My knees turned to jelly and my panties were. After a couple of minutes I saw the door open and he came out, got in a car across the street and left. I waited a couple of minutes then went inside again. I called out to Danielle and she answered back from upstairs. I went upstairs, and was surprised to see her still naked, on the bed, and smiling at me. She beckoned me over to her. She was still glowing from sex, and I could see the sticky cum on her thighs. She said she had seen me watching in the mirror, and was wondering if I'd be back..