She had a big grin on her face. I decided to test the waters a bit further.I asked her if she would mind doing me a favor. "Sure," she said."There's a...branch wedged in up here, and it's at a funny angle so I can't get it out. I have a very big screwdriver in the trunk of my car. Would you get it for me?" K." The trunk is locked, though... and my keys are in my pocket... and both of my hands are all mucked up here. Would you climb up behind me and reach in my pockets and find the keys?"The smile. .let you have the real thing," Randy added."You've fucking lost it man. I'm not gay. I have no interest in guys. I'm as straight as you are," I said defiantly."I don't think so and I'm not the dude with the gay porn on his computer," he kept up.I thought about what he said. Images flashed in my mind of our buddies getting his e-mail. The ridicule from my coworkers. What would Sandy think?"So what is it you want?" I asked somewhat resigned."I think we both know what I want. I think it's what you. He looked down at the masts of the sailboats at the dock, sails secured, row upon row. The large power yachts of Los Angeles’s wealthy, tied up at berths they rarely left. Gulls engaged in their usual raucous fighting, flying, walking, in the eternal quest for a quick, free, meal. The brown pelicans were sitting in small groups on the tops of buildings and boats, watching hungrily for the fish inexperienced enough to enter the shallow waters of the marina. There were always a few boats entering. I got excited with her act and I was trying to get lucky but couldn’t as we don’t have any secret place there at that time.So, we decided to go to our places, so I dropped her near her hostel and we were talking those last few words of the day where I was sitting on my bike and made her stand in front of me with her ass towards me.Finally, this place was calm with no people on roads. I pulled her back close to me where my erected dick touched her ass crack and I started kissing her on her neck.