Their words of love and desire told to each other, for no one’s ears but their own. As she climaxed for the first time a sense of wonderment fell up...n her. How could she love so much, how could she need so much. She realized even then how lucky she was that this man was hers. The feeling of his penis inside of her filled her with joy, his passion growing even stronger as he too was reaching climax. She anticipated that moment with eagerness, the anticipation itself causing even more excitement. We knew some details about the other’s car, make and colour. A few minutes later he arrived and parked beside me. A good looking guy, slightly overweight, casually dressed with a neat full beard. I got out and we shook hands before walking into the pub bar. It was too early for the lunchtime business to build up, so we almost had the place to ourselves. Drinks ordered we moved to an isolated table and began to chat. Nothing sexual - just general mundane stuff. We were there about half an hour. He’d scoffed at her flag shot, but when he saw it he almost cried. The look on his face was without any emotion at all. His left arm looked like he was trying to put the stump over his heart and hug the flag. He felt tears in his eyes as emotion welled up and he felt the catch in his lungs as he tried to stop himself from sobbing. It didn’t work and he felt shame as he started to cry. To keep from sobbing like a little girl, he made a high pitched keening noise, because that was all he could do. I pull you up to a sitting position and pull your shirt up, exposing your stomach at first and then then your round and beautiful breast. You raise your arms up as I pull the shirt up and over your head… watching your hair flow back down over body as it tumbles out of the collar. My hand finds your right breast as I kiss you. You’re kissing me back with a greater sense of urgency and hunger now and I know that you’re starting to get wet… but this tease isn’t over by a long shot. I pull my lips.