. to become involved with her..."You should go inside; it's getting cold out here," he instructed abruptly.She was his employee, she was his assistant...s sister; to become involved with her would ... complicate things needlessly."Good night Miranda," he sighed regretfully as he stepped back from her porch, and turned to leave."Good night Marcus." She frowned at his back in confusion, sensing again a change in him; from the easy going man she had shared her evening – and her supper with ... now. “Well” She said.“Wha..wha...what?” I asked.“Well, what do you think?”“The..the..they’re o..o..ok”She grinned and grabbed my hand pulling it to her bush. She moved it around and leaned back on the bed. She pulled my hand again and my legs were now touching her knees. She let my hand go and I started to move back.“No you don’t” she said “rub me!” She grabbed my hand again.I cautiously rubbed her wiry bush. She must have been getting excited and the musky smell was getting stronger. Then it got a. In just a few seconds something touches my hands and immediately my reflex is to jump away from it.“You bastard!” I say opening my eyes and instantly realising that you’ve just released your cock from its hiding place and placed it in my hands. You burst out laughing and I can’t help but laugh too. “You know I hate surprises!” I tell you with a feigned cross look and really I’m relieved for a second before the relief disappears and is replaced by an urge to just touch you again, this time. As we continued to talk he told me he always wondered how good my cock looked. He said this because I am 6 ft 9 inches tall and certainly not the first to ask how tall I was. He told his friend that he wanted to see my cock at that's how he ended up coming to the steam room. Then he asked if I had ever been attracted to guys before. I told him the truth that at times I was but never pursued the attraction. Soon his hand was feeling my thigh. It did feel very good and my cock was hard and making.