As the graceful fibers of her bow caressed the violin’s strings, she played songs about her mysterious nighttime companion. She would watch him writ...ng furiously by the flicker of a single candle, night after night. At first she thought dreamily that perhaps he was writing love letters to a lover, but she never saw anyone visit him. Month by month he wrote linger and longer into the night. She then played songs about his passionate writing. Often she imagined him to be a prolific but tragic. I sat up on the bed, wondering with apprehension exactly what had happened to me while I was out. At the same time, I was truly amazed that I seemed to be unconfined, free to come and go as I pleased. That heady feeling lasted for just a couple of seconds. The door opened, and a man I hadn't seen before entered. "Come, American," he uttered in decidedly ill-humored English. "You follow me." With few other options, I complied. We left the building, and I noticed a car parked outside with the. I was almost there but the idea that he was going to take his pants off because I told him to was turning me on. “Come on,” I urged him.“Okay fine!” He exclaimed. He undid his shoes, stepped out and took off his socks. The only thing now standing between his body and the open freedom of nature were his shorts. He gave it one more look in both directions and then nervously he fiddled with the drawstring on his shorts. I watched intently. My cock was peeking out the top of my speedos by my right. You then told me that you wanted to be on top. I was so turned on. I loved it that you were taking charge and that you were going to be in control the whole way. You told me to get in and to take off my pants. I did as you told me to. You then removed your panties from under your skirt and crawled in on top of me, shutting the door. Your dress spread out over us both as you leaned down to kiss me. I slid my hands up inside to feel the soft skin along your back as you lifted yourself up and.