I felt like a schoolboy on my first date as I wondered what he looked like and would he like me and want to do nice things to me. His accent and voice...alone were enough to arouse the raging hormones as I watched the men in the train, my eyes focused on the bulges in their pants. My favourite past time on public transport and damn, I was getting horny. I arrived at the very posh looking hotel and made my way past the many wedding guests in the foyer and walked up to the suited concierge who was. I looked over and saw a very shapely young lady entering he pool area and making her way to the hot tub.I watched as she dipped a toe into the hot water, as the steam rose silently into the cool crisp air. She quietly slipped out of her sandals, and then slipped out of her shorts. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on top of her shorts on the pool deck next to the hot tub. I watched as she slipped silently into the hot tub, momentarily obscured by the steam cloud. I watched her. She told me to lie down. She removed my T-shirt from my body. Both of us were naked, feeling sweet touch of bodies. I grabbed her both boobs and started squeezing them. She was urging me to press it hard. She was holding me from my hips and doing my penis in and out. She asked me whether I know what we are doing. I said not really. She told me that is “sambhog” in Gujarati and sex in English. She told me that every married couple does it. I said we are not a couple and we are not married and. He and his pickup became a familiar sight in town, the ‘loner from the point’ they called him, coming and going, buying tools and materials, ordering supplies, always paying cash. He painted. He built a front porch the length of the cabin. He rebuilt the bulkhead and dock. He replaced the old shingled roof with metal and installed gutters all around, which flowed into two huge cisterns he installed at the back of the cabin, one for the kitchen and one for the bathroom and indoor and outdoor.