He sprayed several more shots into the grass, groaning as he did it, eyes squeezed shut, stroking himself slowly. He stayed like that for several minu...es, even after no more semen came out of his penis, and he stopped holding it. I just watched him, I didn’t move or speak, not sure what the girl was supposed to do right now.He finally opened his eyes and looked around. He looked at me, and stared straight into mine, surveying them for a reaction. I wasn’t crying, or anything, nothing said ‘hey. I walked right up to him, looked him right in the eye but didn’t touch him. The urge was so great but I knew if I held off a little longer then the satisfaction would be greater. “I think you know,” I said, a whisper. He smiled at that, but still he said, “I don’t.” And gave a small shake of his head. It was all or nothing at this stage so I placed both hands on his face and drew him in for a kiss. As his lips touched mine I felt my heart explode inside my chest. But after a few seconds he. I walked to the bed, his eyes on me as if they were spotlights, I felt like I was watching myself. I sat on the bed beside him, he just had a sheet over him. ‘It has been so long since I gave you a kiss goodnight. You don’t mind, do you?’ He just shook his head. I leaned over, brushing back his hair, rubbing his chest. My breasts directly in line with his eyes, I let my hand rub his firm belly then brought it up again. Brushing his hair back, my breast brushed his chin, then I kissed his. She opened the door and in he came. He looked immaculate in his suit with his dark hair swept back. In his hand were two champagne glasses and a bottle.“Julia, I am so sorry for being late. I got into a conversation with Christine, that new Kiwi stewardess with the tattoos. She’s interesting actually. Played women’s rugby in New Zealand but wanted to see the world. She’s nice and very good from what I hear.”Julia couldn’t give a shit about some Kiwi. All she wanted was Peter and his body. She.