She took my hand and led me toward the fantasy girl I saw I could feel my body shaking and I definitely was sweating up a storm. "Desiree, this gentle...an would like to meet you." the clerk pulling me into her. "I'm, I'm John." I said still blushing very hard. She smiled politely and took my hand, she felt like an angel touching me. My legs began to weaken and I wobbled a bit she steadied me, leading me out of the store to relieve some of the embarrassment."So, you wanted to talk to me?" She. The real test would come when I found myself faced with an opportunity for casual sex. Right now, I was sure I'd fail miserably, jumping in to the sack with a stranger at the first chance I got. It was a sad truth that I saw sexual fulfilment and love as two totally separate things. I got both from Lena, but I needed more carnal thrills than she could provide. More importantly, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist a real cock when I had the chance.We finished lunch and decided we'd go exploring. I judged her late 20s, nicely rounded body, wide face. Neither ugly nor beautiful. The bartender came over with a drink. She was totally cute in black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. “Your drink, ma’am.” The bartender smiled and handed what looked like a martini to the woman beside me. “Thanks,” she replied. “You pick my payment?” The bartender grinned and glanced around the crowd. “Lots of topless, so I’ll take the pants.” The woman giggled, then slid her slacks down and off,. The peasant blouse was just low enough to expose just a bit of her cute perky tits and the tight white tennis shorts left nothing to his imagination. He wondered if she had any panties on under them. They spent about ten minutes talking about nothing and she looked at him and said, "We only have until midnight and its already 8 so lets go the cottage." They finished their drinks, he put a ten dollar bill on the table, and they casually walked out. The.