She went into the dressing room but he did not follow. She wondered if he would afraid that she might have overstepped her boundary. As she was taking...off the last of her equipment (she only had her sports bra and panties on), she heard the door open. He was there. She did not say anything – nor did he. She stood up to face him, revealing her firm, athletic body. He smiled and approached her. He ran his fingers up her muscular stomach and she was shocked by her strong reaction. She removed her. It was very dark and the shades were down. I was on top of her, doing my technique where I moved slowly and caressed her body up and down with each rhythm and, while she lay there thinking how romantic this was, gradually speeding up until it turned in to raw, visceral, panting, thwapping, bed-squeaking sex. We were getting towards that latter part. She was in a breathy mood this evening; her lips curled up showing her teeth, which were parted and made her expression turn from almost angry to. When I picked her up she gave me a kiss and I tickled her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth and we shared a nice passionate kiss. I could taste the strawberry Chap Stick on her lips. She had a Black shirt with only one arm and a very thin pair of mini shorts. We got in my car and headed over to Jimmy’s. “Do you have a problem with smoking?” I asked.“No I love weed. In fact do you mind if I light up a joint now it makes a party’s way more fun.” “If you give me a hit” I reply.She lights. I had stuffed a fleece blanket in my carry on, and pulled it out and cuddled underneath it. My hand found its way down into the elastic waistband of my slacks and panties. My finger slid inside and hit my clit like a homing missile and I circled the hard protrusion until I came. Of course, the thrill of doing that in such a public place made the experience all the sweeter, and I couldn't help but wish my lover was with me to join the "mile high club". I wondered as I smiled to myself if.