What are you doing here?" "Well, David, to tell you the truth, we're both here for the same reason," she explained. "I'm a writer and I needed a place...where I could get away from distractions to write my new novel." "A rich novelist if you can afford to buy an island," I grumbled. "I do all right," she replied, modestly. "Anyway, I came down here to the beach to have a swim. It's been nice talking with you, but now its time to get wet." With this she turned away from me, untied her beach wrap. ”“So was it totally awful?” A worry creeping into her voice.“No, no,” I said, “there were some things that were good.”“Go on.”“Seeing you scheming, drawing Eddie in, that was great. I was amazed by that.”“Was it that obvious?”I laughed. “Not to Eddie, that’s what was great about it. The same with Tex, you had him wrapped around your finger. It was like seeing a real pro at work— but that's scary too. I kept thinking I'd never be able to keep up— I'd be out of your league...”She squeezed my hand. I felt the blush rise in my face and looked at her for help understanding."You should say, 'shall we get a room ... and relax a bit?'" Shall we see about a room ... miss ... er ... Mame?" Marie!" she said emphasizing the French pronunciation, Mah rrr eee! "I think the hotel entrance is just around the corner, Monsieur! I think it would be very nice to ... relax, as you say." Now her smile was all for me and I felt it. My ego was buoyed and my heart was in my throat. She pressed some folded. Little did I realize that it was something that would change my Life. I took my shower and then dried off and once again I brought the Panties up to my nose to smell them again. I’m really not sure if it was entirely the smell or if it may have been the way they felt in my hands, all I knew was it felt good. I went into the bedroom and crawled into bed and the thought of the Panties kept going thru my mind. That was the first time that I can remember reaching down and touching my cock. I think.