Even through my panties the feeling was intense. I let my legs spread wider for her. I wanted her to touch me more.She unzipped my completely, my dres... falling open on either side. Settling in close to my vagina, she massaged me through my panties for a minute. My breathing was uneven as I watched her fascinated by the situation. I have been with a guy before but it didn't feel like this. The way she touched me was like she knew exactly what my body wanted. Her fingers glided up and down across. We are both anachronisms, you and me, a traveller from the past and one holding the promise of a future. We meet in Central Park near the statue of Alice and her fabulous coconspirators. You have in tow a miniature of you. She gives me a hug, and then, having given more than was due scampers away before we can be formally introduced. You hug me tight and kiss me on the cheek, then taking me by the hand pull me down onto a bench with you. ‘I missed you so much.’ you say, ‘Have you been. Perhaps she had even been crying recently. I did realize she was puzzled why I didn't treat her as I always have, as a close friend. And I sat behind my desk, emotionally and physically cut off from her. She would have guessed it was because her husband had "screwed" me, but she would have been wrong.I appraised her that quiet afternoon, as she sat before my desk. I openly let my eyes study her curves. She was dressed in a long tan skirt, with a black silk blouse and black heels. No nylons or. His name was Mike. He was tall, wearing just a pair of grey swim trunks. His hair was thick, black and wavy. He was lean and tan. We drank till almost midnight. The glares of my ex fueled me on as I invited Mike back to my tent. He lay beside and half on top of me. He kissed me long and thoroughly as he ran his hands up and down my body. He found my nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He bent his head to my right nipple and sucked it, gently nipped it with his teeth. His.