Most of my relationships have been with guys. There's been a few women here and there over the years, but easily 90% have been male. And of those guys...most of the time I've been a bottom. Not a bottom in the sissy girly way (I really am happy I was born a boy) More I'm just more comfortable and able to be the bottom. Of course, there's been quite a few times I've topped, or been the more masculine of the two in the relationship. Of course, that all changed when I met "Melissa" I put her name in. "How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?" God, she looked beautiful.“Yeah, so so,” she said, “still single. How about you?””Same here, but dating now.”“Oh good, how’s it working out for you?”“Not bad.” She smiled and bit her lip. I’ve always thought that was erotic, with Carol it was more erotic than most. I felt my cock twitch.Carol looked me in the eyes and smiled, slyly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”“I don’t know,” I said, hoping against hope that we were on the same wavelength.“It's. Once she was beside me to my left, I looked over and gave her a quick glance. Just a quick one, I didn’t want her to know I was checking her out. She then looked over to me, smiled then nodded, and I returned the hello. Her face was certainly good looking, sharp chin, a small mouth which looked cute when she smiled, long eyelashes, and I thought I saw green eyes. Her skin was pale, not tanned so I guessed she had not seen much sun as of late. I had always been pale myself, and burned easily. I. I'm glad to say Anne isn't a great believer in using four wheel drive or checking rear view mirrors. She drove around a little bit then pulled off into a secluded bit of track, if it had been me I would have picked somewhere a bit more secluded and went further into the bush. I have to say I'm glad she didn't go in too far as parking my car and following would have been much harder. By the time I got somewhere I could see without being seen the two of them were into some passionate tongue.