”I eyed her suspiciously, wondering what she was thinking.“What?” I finally asked.“Would you ever wear them while going out somewhere?” Meli...sa asked.“I don’t know, why?” I asked, feeling a little like I was being judged. But then, she surprised me.“Because I think it’d be kind of hot and sexy being out with you, thinking about what’s underneath your jeans. Before you ask, I have no idea why that appeals to me. I just feel like it’s a bit kinky and a helluva turn on!” she said as she sat down. I didn’t want to go through the awkward conversation, the discussion of whether we should pick up where we left off, was it a mistake - all of it. And I didn’t want to be blown off, ignored, because that would be hurtful, embarrassing. Around three, it seemed like things were kicking off at the Corn Roast and I was hoping Jack and Tripp would return so I could close up shop and go home. Dreaming up busy work, I started to sort through the live bait, moving the older tubs of whatnot to the front. When we finish getting everything in the booth set up, we get the air mattress ready in the van; I see the look on your face as we do, and know what you want."All in good time, my pet. I promise you will get what you want and more this week." Yes, Mistress."After preparing the van for sleeping, we add a tarp between the van and the booth for shade and a place to sit. I have a small grill where we can do a bit of cooking if we choose, as I have brought a few things along for that. I set up a. Her tits aren’t the largest around but at a 34C, they show really nice…and she doesn’t mind showing them off. After college, we moved to Colorado and began our respective careers there. Pam began working in banks and has worked her way up to being a Vice-president of the bank. I am a stock broker and work for a national company. Today, I’m the guy with the corner office overlooking downtown Denver. Pam and I have both been successful in our respective professions and our ambitions are.