The conversation is good, but it's obvious we're beginning to be a little more interested in the sexual chemistry between each other...Halfway through...my second glass of wine my right hand finds your knee under the table. Your legs feel smooth, soft and firm, the tips of my fingers begin making circles around your knee and move upward to your thigh. Things seem to be going well as you smile and laugh, you casually d**** your left arm around me. My fingers slowly make their way up your thigh,. He ran his fingertips over the stripes he had raised, and then traced down the crack of her ass. Her legs parted wider for him. He could smell her arousal and felt her wetness as he slid to her opening. So wet he was able to immediately slide two fingers deep inside her. He began working his fingers in and out of her, then slipped a third one inside as his thumb played over her tightest hole.She began moving back and forth on his fingers, moaning. Her wetness, as he worked in and out of her,. " Well at least I wasn’t getting fired. What she said next just floored me. " I've heard from a number of reliable sources that you have a big cock." In my head I was screaming " HOLY SHIT, THE HOTTEST WOMEN I KNOW JUST ASKED ME ABOUT MY DICK!" I couldn’t be happier for my dick. It certainly was big at a full 11 inches hard and 5 inches around. I somehow managed to remain cool and say, " Well ma' am, what about it". ( I am the bee’s knees). She replied, " I am tired of my husbands mediocre. I accepted and joined him in the warm water.We washed the sand and sweat off our bodies, and swam, splashed and goofed around for a while. We were finally relaxing in the water. We talked about my bureaucratic job, his business in Chicago and his longer-than-expected stay in the island due to a last-minute business deal opportunity that had come up the day before. So he decided to enjoy the beach that morning. Lucky me.Twenty minutes later, he was floating quite close to me. Our bodies.