It’s a nice place you have.He: Thanks. You are looking gorgeous. So much better than your pics. (Winked)Me: You too. What do you do for a living?He:...I work but I like to leave work at work.Me: I do that too.So we talked like this just normal flirting between strangers to make it real. Asked about work, likes dislikes, personal life, obviously we did had a little fun teasing each other during that.He: I don’t remember if I mentioned it before, but are you ok with doing it a little rough.Me: ooh!. He was still good-looking though, in a maverick kind of way, with a full beard which he sometimes allowed to grow long. His brown wavy hair was shoulder-length, and he often wore it in a ponytail. He regularly received admiration from women at various musical events, but was never seen to take up the many offers made. He had loved Jenny ever since he had met her at the music club. He was captivated by this shy, pretty lady, who played well but was far too modest, and who smiled bashfully when. Martin and another party goer were soon stood at the gazebo door.“What are you doing in here?” Martin asked.“I twisted my ankle on the path while walking and these nice young men helped me inside to sit down for a few minutes, then I gave them my no smoking speech when I saw their cigarettes.”“Thanks for taking care of her; I think she has had a little too much wine. We will take her away and you can enjoy a nice quiet smoke.” They all laughed at that comment.I managed to get a quick wink to. Him behind me so that he'd be sure to see my pink laced thong that was visible under my high rising skirt. we sat down on the bed and he tried to tear his eyes away from my breasts. "i think it's time you know, i have a crush on you" he said my mouth flew open and i couldnt say anything i wanted to say, instead what came out was this "no way! me too well i don't have a crush on me if i did i would be weird not to say you have bad taste in mm" he cut me off by shoving his lips onto mine. I.