. watching you,” I confessed.Smiling, she said seductively, “A little turned on, are we?” When I didn’t say anything, she said, “Hey, let’... dance in the moonlight.”“What about the men?” I whispered.“Oh, they’re probably all asleep by now,” she said.She danced toward me, moving erotically to the music. I basked in the scent of her soft hair and flesh. She leaned into me, her body feeling hot. I couldn’t stop myself from moving her hair aside and kissing her bare neck and shoulders.. Dave, a longtime friend of Ritchie, Kerri and I was in town, and Ritchie had made elaborate plans with me over the phone to get the girls fed, loaded and naked in style. Dave and Ritchie had spent most of the day drinking and watching the chef (nanny by day-Ritchie and Tasha’s son was with their parents overnight) preparing the Kobe beef and making various side dishes. Dave claimed that the lobsters moping around in a box in the pantry were to be grilled to perfection by none other than. I was sixteen at the time. Iwas pretty tall, at 6'1". I had a jock build, which I got by playingfootball and wrestling. I had green eyes, and short brown hair withblonde tips. And I had known that I was gay for a long time. I had triedto look at girls, but they never turned me on like guy did.My dad was forty-two, with brown hair and blue eyes. He stood around thesame height that I did. Throughout the years he had managed to keep anice build and body. So he looked quite a bit younger.So, as I. She had that slightly matured body (showing some features of man’s touch). This reading of a woman’s outline has become little predominant routine if I’d like to check out a woman. We exchanged our numbers and left after some chit chat. Apparently, she got married a year ago.The couple lived alone in an apartment near my place. I was so glad to continue the teasing, etc. It’s so hard to live the same life again. I was looking up to meet her someday besides the busy schedule. She asked me.