The pool is adjacent to the edge of the mountain and has a beautiful view of the valley. At the edge of the pool you can look down.I pull all my cloth...s off and dive in. I drive towards the edge and hold me to the edge. It's not that deep so I can stand still. I wrap my arms over the edge and floating on my back.You see me driving and decides to go in there. You take off all your clothes and throw your hair down. So in the moonlight You look even better. You dive in and get to me. I have my. ’ ‘Me too’ We could have fallen asleep then, but a desire to communicate over took the alcohol induced tiredness we both felt. The next two hours were spent on the conversation that might normally have preceded any sexual intimacy: how we each knew the marrying couple- I was a university friend of the bride, she a cousin of the groom- our careers, our families, how her parents felt about her being gay – very supportive it turned out- our disillusionment with our respective ex’s. We faced each. The fist around his cock starts to slow down and the finger at his ass starts to poke. He is lost in a sea of sensations and can barely remember his own name. The oil coated finger slowly slips into his ass, not much, just up to the first knuckle, and then it’s pulled out. The slow finger exploration of his ass resumes. The fist grabbing his cock, still slowly pumps away. All of a sudden, there is a pressure and a brief pain and something is in is ass. “Do you know what that is?” The. The sheer naughtiness of his ministrations to my womanhood in this public place was so arousing, that I actually flooded his hand with my gushing pussy nectar. As if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, Leo simply used his napkin to calmly dry his hand. I often wonder if the bus boy enjoyed my scent as he cleared the table later. Leo had a bottle of wine sent up to his room, which was on the table chilling by the time we arrived. He removed his suit coat and opened the bottle of wine. As.