"Bill rose and shook Steve's hand. Steve was very tall — about six feet three — with light hair and blue eyes. He had a very athletic build.He too... Ali's hand as well and his grip was firm. Ali said, "Jen, you're finished for the evening, aren't you?" Jen said she was, and Ali said, "Let's go somewhere then. Steve, would you care to join us?"They agreed to meet at the Beverly Wilshire in the coffee shop downstairs because Jennifer said she hadn't eaten dinner yet. When Ali asked why, she smiled. There was no reply, and she bit her lip and knocked harder. ‘Come in, sweetheart, but don’t expect miracles: those two have left me gasping.’ She understood the first phrase, but the rest was a mystery. She opened the door slowly. A tall man was lying in an armchair, his legs outstretched, and a glass of wine balanced on his chest. He was wearing a white bathrobe and his eyes were closed. ‘Laura, how are you?’ He spoke without opening his eyes, and she stopped, rooted to the spot with nerves.. The water glistens on the black fabric of your favorite one piece swimsuit. You know how sexy you look in it as it hugs your curves.You leave damp foot prints behind you as you stride towards the showers. You can’t help but notice a man admiring you his rigid cock strains against the thin nylon of his trunks. The damp material hides little, you can clearly make out the rounded head of his manhood.Knowing he is hard for you stokes the fire growing between your thighs. Damn you’re hornier than. “I've never—” he says. I take the lead, letting him feel my tongue probe his. He learns quickly, passionately kissing me back as he presses his body harder to mine. My lips feel his cooing. My hand fondles his smooth, sturdy cog and we both moan. My other hand navigates the contours and the crevice of his backside. My mouth latches onto his neck, letting him feel my teeth. When I begin sucking, he quivers. I turn him around, press my strong cog to his ass and whisper “Trust me.” A halting nod.