I walked to the counter and looked down at her cunt in side her tight jeans, her pussy lips spread open by the front seam. I stared at her pussy for a...minute, then let my eyes wander up to her magnificent tits.I asked her for a Hustler magazine from behind the counter. She smiled and kind of chuckled, “We don’t sell those kind of magazines here.” I looked at the wall behind her and asked, “Are you sure? Would you check anyway?” She turned, saying, “Okay, but I know we don‘t have any.”She bent. So what to do? I decided to just do it but explain to her first so I said: "I need to leave now, but I need to tell you something before I do." "You do, what is it?" she replied. "Well," I said, and then proceeded to explain that I'd come down naked to go skinny dipping and hadn't expected to meet anyone, so if I was to get out of the pool now she'd see that not only was I naked, but also aroused. She laughed. "I thought something was up," she said, not realizing the pun (I think) and then. If this goes well ... Will you be looking to do it again?“I think that depends on Adam ... If he enjoys it, maybe I’ll get one ... If he hates it, I won’t ... If he doesn’t want anything else to do with me – well, then I’ll probably be getting a dog to take his place ... If I like it ... But I think I’ll like it. I hope I do.” She looks around the crew again, seeking confirmation that he expectations will be fulfilled. “I hope he’s a good fuck...”Cut to the street outside ... Walking toward us. Just a few months ago she was a teacher of rowdy, mindless fifth graders and a dutiful wife. Her life was routine. She was miserable. She had kept herself pure by all standards. She certainly did not smoke. Now, that life was behind her. She met Vic, a man in his early thirties. He taught her to discover her natural sensual nature. The 34-year-old blue-eyed blonde stood five-foot-two-inches tall. Her full, thick hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her skin was smooth, flawless, and.