He’d actually used those words: critical importance. It was odd as that kind of insistence would normally irritate me or put so much pressure on me...that I’d just end-up faking it. The way Joe did it was somehow innocent and pure and I wanted to let him do it; I wanted him to make me come with his cock, with his fingers or with his mouth. At the back of my mind I suspected that it wasn’t what he did, but rather who and what he was that made the sex so explosive. But again, I didn’t dare. I decided to tell her it was a friend I,d made on one of the social media sites who like me was a keen fly fisherman and was here for a few days on business and wanted to have a drink with me. I Didn,t think she,d want to come as she,s still recovering from a broken leg and doesn,t like walking outside much and she declined. We met at the nearest public house that conveniently has a lodge with rooms for hire just behind. I won,t name my friend, but he was well dressed, a bit younger than me. E., pre-mixed alcohol.I lit another smoke like that morning, smoking being my valid reason to be there. A bunch of college kids was found hanging about all the time. Some self-centered oldies came and left without so much as a greeting or a smile.I was a stranger to everyone who saw me, engrossed in with the phone all the time. It became my favorite pastime to hang out in the lounge and watch the strange girl.Finally, on the 3rd day, she walked in and directly addressed me, “I’m Urmi, you want. But we have doubled a couple of times." I remember. Fucking good! Well that's not the right word." Almost that good."Tricks chuckled and asked:"When was the last time you had cock?" You want one? Let me see. Sunday, two weeks ago." Better than what we do?" Hmm? Just different. Oh, of course, it was good. Hm-hmm! I was sitting on him. He was surprised when I wanted to rub myself, but then he loved it. I made him cum, just sitting on him, rocking my hips and rubbing. Oh, that was good, feeling.