If the man dressed in all black was my lover Mark, then ending the episode at the head of my car would kill a fantasy for both of us that would never ...e repeatable again. “Then say it.” It sounds like Mark, I reasoned. I briskly shook my head like a juvenile, prompting him to laugh. “I knew you were enjoying this.” He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, lifting me off the ground without effort and sitting my on the hood of the car. He threw my legs over his shoulders and rapidly moved in. “I suppose it would, I just don't know though it's so hard to decide, there are so many beautiful things here.” The sound of your voice almost made my knees weak. I laughed my nervousness off, and asked “Do you really think so?.. “Oh yes” you replied, “That is is perfect color for you dark black hair, it so suits you”I flipped through a few more dresses and smiled, “Well I don't know, it not really my style, and I have so many dresses already”. I could feel my heart pounding a little as I. I declined 'free' oral sex, because of conditioning, growing up in Ireland in the eighties and being told that it was somehow wrong to receive pleasure from another man! His generous offer of £40 did not even sway this poor broke student! Until, I began to think more deeply. He seemed like a very nice man, and not pushy at all, he accepted my answer. Who would ever know? What was so wrong anyway? £40 was a lot of money back then! And so, I changed my mind and asked if he was still. A red blush tinged his cheeks immediately as I smiled at him verifying that he in fact did see me the night before. The giddiness that was overwhelming me previously intensified. The thought of him watching me carried me throughout the rest of the day, I continued to think and fantasize about how I would have felt if I hadn’t realized he was watching until after I had all my clothes off. Maybe I’ll try that tonight, I mused to myself. When I finally arrived home that day, I rushed inside my.