Taking a sip of the steaming brew, I opened the paper and began scanning the sports page.I was stirred from my concentration and the baseball box scor...s when the bell tinkled as the shop door opened to admit an a tall woman wearing a jet black, ankle length rain slicker. As she entered the doorway, she paused to close and shake out an umbrella before closing the door and leaning the umbrella against the wall. She strode to the counter, high heels clicking noticeably on the tiled floor. I. And there she was, stark naked. I followed suit as quickly as possible, removing my undershirt and boxers. By this time I realized I was not having a dream. I found a pimple on her shoulder, which proved she was not perfect.She faced me, saying, "Now what?" In order to execute my next action I had to imagine she was dressed. I walked over to her and put my arms around her, drawing her to me. The touch of her body was too exquisite for words, and she was the first to make comment. "I can't. She had to know what her last dance was like and she knew it wasn't going to get easier. I reassured her that she'd be fine and suggested she just grind on him until he came in his pants. Making it sound easy, not knowing if it wouldn't be. “You have my permission to be a slut. Go and use it.”, I said, as we did the shot. I gave her a little push to send her on her way, back to the pervert with a hard-on. I could have done better with my direction, and Alison didn't really know what I expected. Weak sunlight, forcing its way through the heavy foliage showed that he was only about three meters up the tree. Slowly, carefully, he used the strength of his arms to inch his way into a sitting position. He had been draped, face up, over the crotch of the tree and even that slow movement caused his back muscles to scream at the abuse they had taken; and at the long period of unnatural strain caused his position. Shaking with strain, his face and hands drenched with cold sweat and his belly.