What he didn't know was that I was better at giving myself orgasms than he was at giving them to me. I figured that that was normal for men and women....After all, that's what most of my girlfriends told me.So he broke off the relationship, and I found myself talking about it to a friend of mine at the gym. Irene didn't behave like most women in the shower. Most of us were as discreet as we could be about our bodies under the circumstances, keeping our backs turned to the others and covering up. I sat reading, it was a beautiful morning, the sun shone and the grass and trees all seemed greener, I scanned the immediate vicinity where I sat, from behind my polarized shades, it was then I noticed the color change, the hues of green masking the fleshy tones of man, a nude man, busy with himself, he was obviously enjoying my company, even if I was not supposed to know of his presence and as I sat there looking at him, doing something illegible, in the eyes of lawmakers, but not to my. Each stroke had been deep within her, but this time, somehow, he was even deeper.An intense fire erupted from his penis and entered her body. It quickly spread from the core of her being outward, overwhelming bone... and muscle... and mind. She felt her arms and legs somehow wrapping around his hard body. And then her world exploded.An intense orgasm overtook her. She felt herself shaking uncontrollably. She could hear herself crying out, “No, no, no, I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I can’t. The light at the table is just right and the waiter can see Erika's white lace bra. The bra, interestingly enough, is also semi-transparent. The waiter messes up the specials a few times and starts all over again."What would you like to drink?" the waiter asks Erika with a big smile."Mojito," Erika says softly not making any eye contact. She can feel his eyes leering.Joe and I also place our orders and the waiter disappears.I reach into my jacket pocket, pull out a remote. Press the ON button.