I’m fucking you!’ I said, pointing to our reflection. Gary turned to look and watched me slowly fuck his arse for the first time. I ran my hands ...ver his back and bum, scratching him with my nails. I raked them down his sides and he lifted his body off the sofa. I reached under for his nipples, rolling them in my fingers and pinching them. ‘Feels good but my knees hurt’ he moaned from under me. I pulled out of him and he lay on the sofa facing the back cushion. I climbed on behind him and. He undid the third.And the fourth. I knew he was looking at my cleavage now.He sat up and pulled the blouse out of my skirt. He undid the last two, flipped it open and the son of a bitch wolf whistled. I heard the fucker driving say, "Damn, that's a sexy bra."I felt the guy sitting on me move and there was a tugging on my blouse. He began cutting through the sleeves and then the blouse was ripped out from under me.'NO, NO, NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. PLEASE MAKE THIS A DREAM!"I cried in my. Do I give myself of free will? Or is it because I’m not good enough to stand on my own? I hate myself for these thoughts, for the need for approval, the need for reassurance. The constant testing of you, and myself. I haven’t worn any under things today. At all. A small tease, and well, today I’m scattered and unsure. I want to feel unfettered. Our lunch over, small glances to you from time to time tell me that you know what I’ve done, and that you know that I know that you know. But I must. Do we know each other from somewhere? You look familiar.”“I don’t think we do! But we’re going to know each other very well very soon. I saw you and decided I HAD to meet you!” Her bubbly personality threw exclamation and passion into every sentence she said. The next few hours flew by and we were both smashed by the time we had ‘gotten to know each other’. We wandered out of the bar at about 1:00 AM with arms around each other, my hand cupping her supple ass. During our conversation, I had.