There was a real connection.We’d talk until I got interrupted on the job site, or until she had to leave. Maybe it was a hidden desire or some sort ...f festering chemistry, but it did feel much more than platonic to me. So much more would be revealed in time.Keli was not what you would call a runway model, rather a natural beauty. She wore little if any makeup, and even though she wore kind of loose unassuming clothing, I could tell she was a physical specimen. She had straight shoulder length. She started changing the way she was standing, drawing my attention to her hips legs and feet when she did this I felt a strong surge and my shorts started to push out I tried moving a bit but it was too late. I could hear her stutter a bit and she kindof shifted a little when she noticed I was getting a hard on. Thinking she was going to politely end the conversation, she asked if she could come inside my heart started pounding and I thought I was going to pass out for a second. I nervously. She was still wet , but felt a bit tighter than Helen as I pulled her bum-cheeks apart and guided my dick inside her. I gave her the same treatment and got the same squelching and fanny fart noises. Rachel was more vocal , plenty of uuuummmm's and oooooooohhhhh's as I was pumping her from behind. This really turned me on so I pulled her pussy lips apart and buried my dick balls deep into her , she turned to her mate and said "Jesus , what does he feed that thing on, it feels like its coming up. The audience became animated, heckling bad poetry, whooping brave experimentalpoetry and cheering good poetry. By the time it was my turn I was not onlydrunk on alcohol but drunk on my fantasy of being the poet of bohemia. I climbedthe steps onto the podium with such enthusiasm the momentum took me staggeringacross the stage, missing the microphone as I reached out to grab it and offthe opposite side and into the audience. This got the biggest cheer of theevening. Helped back onto the platform.