‘What to say?’ I ask myself over and over. Pick up lines are cheap, reserved for last ditch attempts in sleazy bars. I am tongue tied. ‘Go with ...omething simple,’ that inner voice keeps telling me. ‘Hello.’ Our eyes are locked. For a moment I fear that you are going to ask me to get out of your way. You don’t. ‘Hola.’ Spanish for hello. I immediately realize that I have greeted you in English, a reflex, as I have been recently dealing with a client in New York. I quickly switch to our native. I feel u grow hard against me as our bodies grind together. I lift ur shirt over ur head, throwing it on the floor before running my hands over ur chest. U start to play with my tits as I lean in to kiss u again. I feel ur hard cock against me and reach down to stroke it through ur pants, feeling how big and hard it is for me already. u slide ur hand up my skirt, sliding ur finger over my pussy that’s barely covered by it. my grip tightens around ur cock as u slide ur finger over my clit then. I opened my eyes and looked over at the other couple to see them making out as the man groped her tits. We watched while not trying to be obvious. They certainly didn't seem to mind, as they continued their fun. I was beginning to get that familiar sensation in my crotch, and looked down to see my cock standing straight up, almost poking out of the water. My wife noticed too and gave me a mad glance. The two of them kept right on going and the woman's hand was in her husband's trunks. We could. She continuously enquired as to why but I kept saying her it was a surprise.I was ready and had butterflies in my stomach and was waiting for bunu on the road. I was so eager to see bunu. After a little while I could see an image walking towards me and I was sure it was bunu. My dick was already as hard as a rock. I asked bunu to accompany me for a few minutes into the car garage of our compound. She kept asking about the surprise so I blind folded her eyes. I could sense she was exited. I.