As those who have read the previous chapters know, as well as those who have read my blog posts about this, the closer I've gotten to an actual relati...nship with her, the more I've been uncertain about how long I would keep this story/journal thing going.Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymore to write details about what she and I are up to, at least in such a public forum. Probably. I wasn't used to this, random stranger talk. 'Yea, it's great,' I replied, looking up at him. He was all smiles, as he sat there in his tracksuit. 'You come here often?' 'Yeah. Just to use the boxing room.' I didn't look up again, focussing on finding my wallet, pulling my gear out bit-by-bit. 'Ahh cool. I love a bit of boxing too. My name's Chris,' He said, reaching out his hand. I returned the gesture. 'Andy.' What the hell did this guy want? A friend? I leaned back over my bag and continued. He looked at the small pot over the fire. It held a greenish liquid that was bubbling gently. "In fact, I think it's done.He used a wooden hook to take the pot off the fire, lowering it onto a small square of wood. He put a small piece of dried meat into a wooden bowl and poured some of the liquid over the meat. He lifted the bowl and blew on it to cool. Then he put it down near the dog.The dog strained at the rope all but pulling himself up onto his hind legs. He slid forward, putting his head. . .I felt his thumb under the elastic waistband of my panties, pulling them off my butt and down to my knees in one long slow drag. My wet pussy was now exposed from behind as I curled up, pushing myself backward toward him. I was expecting his cock but instead I felt his fingers, probing my soft folds and using my own wetness to lubricate my outer lips. From behind, from between my legs, his fingers marched their way northward toward my magic button. Slowly and gently, he began to apply.