The house was a five minute walk from Aidan’s flat. The colleagues from the office were all there, along with Vicky’s and Brendan’s friends. Mer...ifully the day dawned bright, sunny and warm and the afternoon became even warmer. Vicky had erected a gazebo in the garden where the food and drink were served, and when Aidan arrived there was already quite a crowd. He searched but could not find Kathy, only to be told by Brendan that her father was ill.“Hi, Aidan!” The greeting came from Julie who. Should I respect that and leave her alone? Should I ask her what was wrong? Ah, the dilemma of being a Swede, raised to mind your own business! The sadly so often justified fear of getting scolded for caring, which we confuse with being nosey! Besides, what if she WOULDN’T yell at me to ‘mind my own business?’ What if she instead would actually tell me what was bothering her? Did I really want a crying stranger to tell me all her troubles? Didn’t I have enough of my own? And what if she would. As we had been talking, she had pulled me into a grassy clearing. I thought I knew the woods pretty well, but I had never seen this area. “So, what is your first wish?” she asked me with a seductive look. Obviously, the blowjob didn’t count as I hadn’t asked for that.“Em, I wish to see you naked,” I finally replied. We were really secluded, but the thrill of the risk added to the unreal feel of this whole scenario.I half expected her to wiggle her nose or wave her hands and her clothes would. Probably older.“Yes,” he said, noticing my stare. “It is by far my oldest skin.”I nodded. He hadn’t read my mind. He was just the smartest man in the room and understood my gaze.I remembered Simon. He looked like a man who had been pretty, but had matured beyond it to an aristocratic handsomeness. With hair intact and remaining blonde, and with healthy skin and body, he too could have been in his forties or his sixties. But not in his twenties.The choice of bedmates surprised me. Maddy.