On Sunday morning Stan once again took himself off into town in search of a late breakfast. This time he went straight to Iorio's.He walked in, nodded...at the man behind the counter, said "Hello!" and sat on one of the tall bar stools there. The guy, who Stan assumed was the proprietor, said "Hi. You were here this time last week, weren't you? My name's Tony. What can I get you?" Oh, Hi! Yes, I was. It's Stan, by the way. Er, I'll have a double espresso and a turkey-bacon panini, please."As Tony. During dinner, she sat near me at a small tow top table. Occasionally she would rest her hand on my thigh. She was flirting hard that night, some newfound confidence. Our conversations were deep, and our connection evident. That night, nothing else mattered but Lauren. Eventually, dinner would come to an end and a decision would need to be made.I took Lauren by the hand and needed to know. “So, do you still feel ready tonight?”Without any hesitation and with a mature tone, “Absolutely, I am. Jab woh mere room main aayi jhadu dene toh mere bed ke niche puri tarah se bend ho gayi apne ghutno ke bal baith ke aur jhadu de rahi thi mere bed ke niche. Mein bed pe baitha soch raha tha kyun na iski panty ka colour dekha jaye ki issne kis colour ki panty pehni hui hai. Toh mein thoda sa utha dekhne ke liye toh mein hairaan reh gaya usne toh panty tak nhi pehen rakhi thi. Usmi kali gand ka pink color ka ched dekh ke meta lund ka halt kharab ho gaya aur mere lund se halka sa pre cum nikal. "You're a sight for sore eyes." "How...? I thought...." Although elated, Chloe seemed anchored where she stood, stunned and unable to move toward her lover. "A seat opened on an earlier flight," he explained as he took off his sneakers and socks. "I got here an hour ago and have been searching rather frantically for you ever since. I suppose I should've looked first for a naked nymph in the surf." His t-shirt came off in one smooth move and fell atop his shoes. Chloe drank the sight of his.