? He gazed at her with a soft smile and boreinto her with those intelligent and laughing eyes.? He seemed amused,? but not in any way threatening.? Sh... finally let her eyes wander over the restof him.? He was very handsome.? He was perhaps 40,? with curly black hair,? and hazel eyes.? He wore slacks and a business shirt, but hadthe sleeves rolled up.? As she watchedhim, he picked up a large sponge and slowly moved toward her.? At first she jumped back, suddenly afraid tolet the stranger touch. Unable to touch or see, my body is on high alert. With each kiss and/or touch he's taking me into over drive. I'm moaning and groaning. Trying to get myself together and can't. I'm loosing my mind and he already own my body.I feel his hands on the restraints on my ankles. He releases them. His touch is light and is driving me crazy. I feel him between my legs now feeling his hips. He reaches down and grabs my hips, then places the head of his dick at the entrance of his pussy. He asks, "are you. We are on a quiet canal side and the early August evening air is cool around us, our lips fuse together and we hold eachother tight before we break apart breathing heavily. Catching the train back to her apartment we hold hands and giggle, stealing kisses while the scattered handful of male passengers try not to ogle us. The young, attractive bisexual girls kissing as we cuddle closer in our seats. Sophie's legs are over my lap and I teasingly run my hand beneath her skirt, her eyelids flicker. .the first guy pointed me out to his friends and they started hooting and hollering "Hey Sexy" and "check out the slut" and then "It's a faggot!" "She's a He" and much laughter. I went back in disappointed. My illusion had failed. They were making fun of me. I closed the balcony door and curtains, then turned on the tv to pass the rest of the evening.A good two hours later the phone rang in my room. It was the guys from the parking lot. They said they'd been out to eat and drank some beers and.