" Randy opened her legs and got between them. "I know a place that's a little more private," he whispered."Private for what, Teacher?"He put his finge...s under her skirt and gently ran them up and down the panties, pressing the satin into her slit. "Private enough for us to fuck," he whispered and helped Alexis down from the piano.Alexis took a second to feel the front of Randy's Dockers and said, "Yes, he's almost ready. And me too."They found a small, dusty closet that looked as if nobody had. We met on a lateFriday afternoon, I was supposed to be away on business, the initialcontact was very shaky but Jean soon put me at ease, after a couple ofdrinks we decided to head for a hotel room close by where they werestaying. Now the nerves really kicked in, I was excited and scared,wondering what I was install for me or would I be safe.Steve soon put my fears to rest; there was a bottle of Bacardi andsome beers ready for us, we sat chatting with Jean in between us twoguys, a few minutes. Jess figured that it would take a while to recover from her "run" so she might as well see the rest of the exhibition. She walked into a square, walled by tall shrubs and carpeted by hard stony gray square tiles, several square feet in size. Placed in no particular pattern throughout the square were a dozen or so statues of men and women, fixed in a pose from some sport or exercise, some made out of stone, others made out of metal. One was a steel man with his body twisted in preparation of. ..I leaned back on the bed and groaned, I was sore after our trip to the gym. Alexa just laughed and stretched, watching me die from exhaustion. "I told you that last set would destroy me," I complained and felt the smooth and wonderful sensation of relaxing my muscles.Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, still in her small blue crop top and tight black shorts. She was flat and athletic but my best friend had a really cute face. "At least that's the worst thing you have to complain about!.