’ ‘I’m sure. Sweaty, red-faced, eyes bloodshot, hair looking like a rat’s nest…’ ‘Ravishing. Stunning. Sexy.’ He leaned in and whisper...d the last one. ‘Fuckable.’ ‘So…that’s a yes?’ ‘How could I say no to a beautiful woman?’ ‘Alright. Back to my question. What position?’ ‘Well, um, almost anything except the…uh…traditional one.’ ‘Missionary?’ ‘Yeah. Not that one.’ ‘Okay. So, what then?’ Steven half sat up, messing around with the pillows behind him. Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around me,. The pub emptied by and by. I have to confess, I made my second beer last long. She cunningly avoided direct contact and yet lingered near. It drove me mad. When the last guest but me had left and the sounds from the kitchen had died down, I heard a back door fall shut. The kitchen lights went out and she appeared behind the bar, a keyring jingling. Wordless, with her special faint smile she walked to the entrance door and locked it from the inside. She turned around and faced me. Our eyes. Her dad worked in the oil fields of the Middle East so money was not a problem for them at that time. We flew out in early August for a two week holiday. Jackie 's parents and her younger brother completed our party. The villa was a large, imposing white-washed building with four good sized bedrooms a huge lounge and a gorgeous k**ney shaped pool exclusively for our use. After unpacking Jackie's parents said that they were going to the sea-front bar with Stephen, Jackie's brother for a drink. Though we successfully cleaned up the couch (and coffee table) and her parents never found out she ‘could not believe I did that.’ Moreover, she told a lot of her friends about it and really made fun of me. Certainly some guys found out and for the most part they thought it was funny and cool. But a lot of the gals she told (or who heard through the g****vine) saw me as untouchable – lest I cum all over their parents furniture or clothing. The next times I got hand jobs or blow jobs I did my.