I feel romantic tonight. A long flowing black skirt, layered to shift like mists on a warm lake. White silk shirt open a tad more daring than I would ...ormally allow. With each small gesture the silk runs over my smooth skin. My nipples rise to meet the cool breeze that floats by us. The Muse smiles, seeing I am not wearing anything under that soft graceful pure shirt. He knows I did this for him, thinking of this exact moment when the breeze would cool the material causing my female essence to. She satisfied that concern quickly as she smiled and spread the blanket, “I’m on the pill and have a diaphragm. I work as a receptionist for two doctors and have regular exams. I should be safe, even around you!” It was a relief to know we were relatively safe. I joined her on the blanket. We resumed kissing where we’d left off and my hands roamed over her body. Paula returned the favor and stroked my cock. I was enjoying exploring her mouth, but my mouth was already salivating at the thought. " you say and I am happier now, with you inside me, filling me up nicely in a doggy pose. I notice how quiet you are today, but I just put it down to the long drive.I work my inner muscles hard to wake you up from your half asleep state and as a result your thrusts are faster and deeper, good enough to nicely pave my way to my first little orgasm. I usually like to close my eyes just before I cum, but this time I am transfixed on the falling snowflakes outside.Just before I reach the final. In our current situation, if you sleep with me because you feel compelled to do it, it’s not abuse on my part! Even if I made the assumption that buying the tickets and the meals and the admission to the museum sent the message that I felt entitled to sex, you have the final say in the matter, not me. You have your own room, and that door locks, by the way. So unless you think I was going to force myself on you, YOU are the one who decides, not me.”“I’m not saying you would do that!” she said.