I wore some shiny pantyhose (with a hole for my cock) blue satin bikini panties and a satin cami, under my gym clothes,He wore a pair of the sexiest l...ggings you could imagine,black patterned nylon with his cock hanging out(well it was hanging out after i got his pants off,lol}we started driving out of town and got to talking about past experiences, you know cruising for cock,and i grabbed his hand to show him how hard he was making me, after caressing my hard pantied cock for a minute he asked. “But if it’s not against the rules, maybe we could… find some time to… visit. I don’t want to get you in trouble”. I was so ready to cross inappropriate lines right there, that I actually asked “When are you done today?’ as I stumbled through.He gave me that reassuring smile and said, “I can’t today. But tomorrow, I’m off at 2. I can come by if you order something, and clock out on the way up. That way, no one will know.” Part of me was jumping for joy that he was as keen to conspire as I was.. I am not even his girlfriend. Every time I bring it up, he changes the subject.If I try to pin him down, he asks me, "Are you happy?" Very," I tell him."Then why mess things up?" he asks.I'll bet most people would think that Paul is hiding something. Maybe he's got another girlfriend or a wife hidden somewhere. It's been driving me crazy, so I did what most women do. I know it was a terrible violation of his privacy, but I put a private detective on Paul. I had him followed for a month. Paul. Suddenly, he placed his hands on my shoulders and softly kissed my lips. We came back to my hotel room. Galen was nice enough to the open the door for me. I let him in my room and we sat on the sofa. I sat beside him. I could feel his fingers softly running through my hair. I put my hands on his hairless chest and gently touched him as my lips were getting closer to his. Then, I kissed him, slow and romantic. My hands moved up from his chest to his face. I felt his stroking my hair while his.