Mistress Diana didn't slow down when she turned onto the main road, in fact she didn't slow down until we were approaching the suburbs. She sliced acr...ss traffic to turn onto the estate where I lived and I felt panic rise in my throat. She drove round slowly enjoying my discomfort greatly.At long last she turned the car round for a moment I thought that my torture was at an end but she turned into the car park of my local supermarket and handed me four-pound coins and told me to go and buy some. She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown gentleman.Writing this, is the third time I cry in ten minutes. Firstly the music. Secondly as result at a flash of million memories.Thirdly from this romantic short erotic encounter, like from a famous novel which won world wide amazing attention."Sir, You do look like Frits van der Ploeg! Did you perhaps live here for some years, much more many years back?" Well by Jove, I am indeed!". I had managed to contain my erection for the eleven hours.Everything was ready; the house was tidy, the curtains were drawn, I had condoms and lube out and when the doorbell rang, I opened it wearing only the black speedos I had worn to swim training (I wanted Aiden to recognize me haha).Aiden and I shook hands, just like we did the first time we met with me wearing very little and him in shorts and a t-shirt. I find it funny when I meet guys for a hookup and we greet each other with a. After a while of pool games we started to eat some pizza. Becca had yet to strip down to her bathing suit. She, and some of the other girls had been setting up the dancing part of the party early. I saw her eyeing me and looking at my chest and abs for a while, so I had to say hello. I went up to her and gave her a hug. We chatted for a while about our summer's and I stared at her chest the whole time, not listening to a word she was saying. She noticed that I wasn't listening and said, "easy.