"Oh, hello," she said her voice had a breathless quality.She had only moved in to the flat opposite recently and this was the first time I had bumped ...nto her. With my hand in my left pocket I moved one thumb wheel to 'Love' and the other to '2' and I pressed the big red button. Even with the pebble deep inside my jacket pocket I could see a reaction."Hi, my name's Tim," I said stepping forward."I'm Angie," she replied holding my offered hand longer than would be considered normal.She wasn't. By the time class finally drew to a close, Jess was staring straight at James, unabashed, while she fingered herself under her desk.James leaned in and whispered to her, "Follow me." He stood and walked out of the classroom, certain that Jess wouldn't be far behind; at this point she'd jump off a bridge if it meant she could cum. Sure enough, she followed, and walking briskly, James led her to the parking garage where he had parked his beat-up SUV. He opened the car door and climbed in the back. When we met this similarly agedcouple it was clear that the man, Steve was obviously a connoisseur of lingerie.His lovely wife Stephanie who sat quietly thru the dinner was apparently comfortablewearing whatever he suggested and they admitted they were exhibitionist mindedas well. At the end of the introductory dinner they invited us to their homein Maine sometime for an evening of fine dinning, wine, and some "consensualadult behavior" as they described it. Now, here we were, two weeks later. "No ... the... our... cabin will do fine. I just want, well, to enjoy washing you and being washed..."Perhaps I ought to explain that Orkney is at quite a high latitude. Thanks to the Gulf Stream, the climate is mild, but the average summer temperature is fifteen degrees Celsius. With the depression we'd just been sailing through bringing a cold front, the outside temperature that evening, sixteenth May, was eight degrees. We'd been wrapped up well, but the heater was a necessity if we were.