All through dinner we talked, through the pate, the veal, the ice cream and the cheese. We had wine and coffee and brandy and I felt not the slightest...bit tired or drunk. This was our first meeting. Nothing else was remotely like this. No internet chat came close. We touched, sometimes accidentally, mostly intentionally. There was that something again and again. “Are you wet?” I was stunned. “What?” “I asked, are you wet?” I had to think, to let myself find out. “Well, actually, no.” She. Just then the doorbell rings, on que. She gets a robe on and goes to the door. He can hear talking but can't quite make out what they are saying. He wants to get up and find out what's going on and this is when he realizes he can't really move at all. He is tied down and heavy table. He now feels very vulnerable. In walks in his girlfriend a tall skinny and 3 hunky black guys in sweat cloths. Two of them look like they have google glasses on. She talks w/ em a bit as he starts blaring. ” “No. I don't want to pretend. I want to ravish you,” I said, the head of my cock just above her panty-covered hand. “We can’t fuck for real, just pretend,” she said, moving her hand faster, harder. “I can’t pretend,” I said, both of us getting hotter, my fist around my cock. “I'm going to fuck you,” I said pushing my cock against her hand, hearing the wet slushy sound of her fingers going in and out of her pussy. “I want you,” I said, moving my fist faster, squeezing my cock, getting. It was almost if nature itself had left paintings in this hidden gallery. Heather walked deeper inwards running her hands across the weather worn walls. Unexpectedly she felt cool sea water splash high over the backs of her sneakers, looking back she saw the cave opening twenty or more yards away now was filled with breakers. In panic she looked around and found a man just in sight deeper into the cave. He had come running at the sound of the now crashing sea as it beat against the cliff base.