'Few of the tourist boats came up to that stretch, some miles upstream from Central London. Dale loved the river and knew lots of local history. Whils... walking the riverside paths he would tell me about how busy the waterway had been fifty years ago, with barges taking coal to power stations and gas works, grain to breweries, and merchandise to warehouses. There was a pub called The City Barge on the bank where the Lord Mayor's splendid ceremonial boat once used to be moored. Here and there. I had retrieved the books, which were something to do with business finance, and we stood together at the dining table where I had put them. Airis was wearing a tight t-shirt and thin, stretchy leggings that were too small for her, so the outline of her panties was not just visible but waving at me. I had noticed before that although she was normally quite smartly dressed, she could occasionally wear something similarly striking in a careless way as if she had been in a hurry and either hadn't. Was a feast!In sometime I realized that am staring too much and maybe even she realized. But then I dont know what got into me and I pointed it to her, that her shirts buttons were off. I cursed myself for saying that, but then she seemed cool about it and said, “Not a problem, first lets see if you are alright!”This girl seemed to be in early twenties…Dusky complexion, a little bit chubby…Tall…An awesome figure! And in figure I had just seen her boobs in that black lacy bra till that. And it was a pleasure too, to converse on their shared views on the merits of nudity, vegetarianism and, quite curiously, a shared passion for twentieth century poets like T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. They would lie together on the grass, in the hills high above the busy town below, idly discoursing until, inevitably, lust got the better of one or the other of them and the two would once again become a writhing entwined body of one flesh, the sun beating on them from above and.