But this story isn’t about me. It is about later in my life. My partner, my best friend, my lover, and the greatest sexual equal I have ever known; ...ricket. We met many years ago at the skating rink, when we were in Junior High. Our paths crossed a few times through the years, but we really didn’t reconnect till four years ago. I had gone through yet, another divorce. Cricket was going through a very nasty one herself. Through a popular social network, we started catching up. Then flirting. I. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most.It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I'd attended alone the day before.I'd stayed over at a friend's house and after a nice leisurely breakfast I headed home so that I would be back home before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest.I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And boy, was she a vision. It had been raining all morning and the. Divya got a little bit horny all of a sudden. She took a camera, and she started clicking photos of me. But I did not like it. I put my head down, and I tightly covered myself with the towel in embarrassment.To my surprise, Divya did not force me any further. Instead, she requested me to take pictures of her. She threw off her towel, and she got butt naked.She made different slutty poses. She squeezed her tits, fingered her pussy, and scratched her ass. I captured all these naughty moments. In. "Sit on my cock". I stopped sucking and climbed on top of him. Halfway down, I looked at him and noticed he was giving me a weird look. "What the fuck are you doing? I said spit on my cock". "Oh my God. I'm so sorry! I thought you said sit on my cock." Flustered and almost a little embarrassed I began to get off. "Where are you going? Go ahead and sit on it". I was happy, maybe I wouldn't be punished for my mistake. I began to ride him, slow at first, faster as I started to get more into it..