In my day, I am really dating myself, there were no porn shops or HBO.Our source for pictures of naked women was somebody's father or older brother wh... had left these magazines around, we did have smoke shops and those places had girlie magazines, and the bare breasts in them allowed us to figure this part out, and now with Louise and her beautiful young nipples this question was easily and wonderfully answered.But the area below the belly button now this was another matter, all of the girlie. Adrian isn't even supposed to know how badly I want him buried up to his balls in the hole he came out of. It's so aggravating! So I did the best I could. I wore this one bathing suit I just bought the other day. It's fairly normal at the bottom, a real high cut and practically a G-string in the back, but the top is strange. A thin strip of cloth rises from the bottom piece at the hip, then goes over a nipple and not much else, crosses over the back, then goes back down over the other nipple. I knew I should avert my eyes, but I didn’t want to. I studied him and knew he was studying me. What was he made of? What did he think I was made of? ‘Your lips are wonderful to watch.’ I heard him say it, but it faded because I was busy contemplating the next step when he leaned in to touch his lips to mine. My vision blurred with his closeness, and then despite the agitated swirling of the river, all I heard was my pulse drumming rhythmically in my ears. I listened as the sound overtook me. Let me tell you, she was a looker and in matters of firing up my mental stove… a cooker! She could get my pots boiling with just a certain come-hither look, trust me. Her constant referrals to her "chamber" just about caused me an aneurism every time. I'd get hard "wood" just hearing her sultry voice on the phone. I learned the language of sexting thoroughly, fast. Our phone sex became epic. Fuck, I couldn't even hike in the hills without silently "talking" to her or thinking about her, hiking.