I got out of the chair, and dove into the deep end of the pool. When I returned to the surface I swam over to the edge and removed my suit and tossed ...hem into the chair. This was something I did almost daily too heighten my climax. Oooooh, it felt so good to masturbate out in the open, with the risk of someone seeing me.I grasped my cock and began stroking slowly, then floated on my back with my hardening member sticking up out of the water, like a periscope on a submarine. I resumed stroking. I thought of that comment as a hint and my cock went full hard pushing my trouser, as if a monster was about to show up. Then I added, “Well, I’d love it if you’d say ‘you were looking for me’”, she blushed a bit to my comment and I let her pass to the loo. Before she closed the door, a thought stroke me ‘the chance is now or never’. Then I said “wait!” she hold the door open and was waiting for me to say something. I couldn’t for a while; then I managed to say smiling “would you like me to. It had become hard to keep myself busy because all that was ever on my mind was going back there. It’d be nice if I could manage to get these appointments closer to each other so I wouldn’t have to go without for so long. Normally Karen and I have sex twice a week but we hadn’t even done that lately. She was always tired and to be honest, the sex being offered wasn’t what I wanted it to be. Anyway, despite traffic I was able to make it on time. Nikki’s dungeon doors were open, so I assumed she. There. Maximum pissy-ness achieved.Folding the wrinkled paper in half and then in half again, you stormed out of your apartment and all the way down the stairs to the atrium and then out the main door. The tenant mailboxes were located outside the door next to the rows and rows of buzzers and nameplates that had absolutely nothing to do with the building’s actual layout. (The electricians had presumably also been stoned in the 80s.)It was only when you were standing in front of the mailboxes.