“Far as I know” she replied with a wink.My phone rang and we got busy doing other things but I was still thinking about the lunch date. Wednesday ...rrived and everything seemed normal… we got dressed, ate breakfast and started to leave for work. I tried to be nonchalant and casually asked:“hey” I said, “Isn’t your lunch date today?”“Yep” she replied, “But it’s just lunch and may not actually be a date” she added with a smile. “We may go Dutch.”“well, have fun and be careful.” I added.I thought. Our fantasy guest made a regular reappearance in our bedroom.Two weeks later I was home for lunch on a Thursday, and Janet asked me if I remembered her former co-worker Steve.“Yeah, I remember,” I answered. “Steve is the guy who moved to Hawaii or something, right?”“That’s him,” she answered, “Well, I’ve been talking to him off and on since he moved, and I found out a lot of surprising things about him.”“Oh, like what?” I asked, mildly curious.“Well, apparently he is a bit of a swinger. He told. The guy working the counter appeared near their age. He was young, and athletic looking. Strong arms showed in his short-sleeved shirt, as he leaned his weight on them against the counter. His eyes, which were a deep green, were riveted to the girls from the instant they walked into the small shop. Gillian met his gaze for a moment, then smiled under her veil. She nudged Isabella who also looked at the guy. They made their way around the shop, grabbing some snacks, and some mixer material, like. “I’m on break for an hour or two and know a good place to do it. Don’t have to be curious anymore. Want to?” He said. My mind racing and still in a daze, I was scared to death, but my body was so turned on at the prospect I could feel my cunt getting wet and butterflies in my stomach. Hardly believing I was saying it, I coyly I responded “Yes.” “Great, come with me,” he said confidently leading me in the direction of a small very old barn situated behind a much larger and more modern one..