She had heard from an old friend, Nina Summers, that she had seen several intimidating men eyeing her up on her way to work a few days ago. Annie knew...this couldn't just be a coincidence, and immediately headed outside the bar Nina would often visit after work. Looking inside, she was incredibly relieved to see Nina alive and well, chatting with a well built young man whose face she couldn't quite make out. It wasn't until he turned around that she realised Nina was flirting with Tristan, her. We agreed to meet at my apartment. The entire time I waited for him to arrive, I was so nervous I had to take a couple of shots. Hearing the buzzer ring, I steadied myself and buzzed him up. After I opened the door slowly, and sure enough, there he was, the hunk of a man was standing in my doorway. I could tell he was giving me the quick once-over and was satisfied. Welcoming him in, he gave me a huge hug and God, did he smell great. We continued to sit on the sofa, have a few drinks and have. Breakfast was almost a replay of the previous evening, fingers touching, eyes undressing each other and great conversation. We did not ”talk” about the night before but both of us remarked upon how well we’d slept. Hand in hand, we strolled into the deserted lobby. Quizzically we asked the young desk clerk where everyone was. He grinned and said that the entire lodge had booked a bus trip to enjoy surrounding countryside. We shrugged and went to a secluded couch placed in front of a roaring. He could feel her upper body rising and falling in time to her still heavy breathing, just as his was doing, even though it was now many minutes after their mutual collapse.As he rested with his eyes closed, he thought, Fuckedy-fuck-fuck-fuck! I think you could kill me with a feather now. That was TOO intense! I pride myself on being able to fuck a woman into unconsciousness, but she pretty much did that to ME! SHE was the unstoppable human fucking machine this time! Hell, if I hadn't even.