Somewhere between the wine, the settling darkness, and the soothing chirps of crickets, she surrendered without realizing it.His cock swelled and stra...ghtened in her fantasy, bobbing between his legs and demanding attention. She thought about touching it - feeling how hard it was. She could feel his muscular arms around her - his rippled abs pressed against her.“Ms. Oslo? I thought that was you.”Janet’s eyes snapped open when the voice shocked her out of her fantasy, only to see the real thing. She said I want to do something rite now. I said yea me too but where? Then an idea hit me, I grabbed my sleeping bag, grabbed her hand andheaded for the orchard. We strolled down Feather River Blvd. holding each other like prom dates, she was so short that she could hold my arm and hug it at the same time, Still a good fit for me. I opened up the sleeping bag and put it on a slope overlooking an orchard with the moon shining, and the mountains in the distance. I stripped Janet to the bone and. That will let you get a better look at where you’d be spending your time and what you’d be doing.”“Thank you, sir, I’ll do that,” I said.I headed home and as I was walking past the insurance company, Connie came out of the office building. She was frowning like a cumulonimbus, and I knew someone had royally pissed her off.I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her thoroughly and said, “Who do I need to beat up?”Connie laughed and said, “No one. I quit, so it’s a non-issue. I. I was sweating again, and used my handkerchief to wipe off my neck and face. Then I walked quickly to the elevator.As I waited for a car to arrive, I realized that my crotch was bulging with my erection and the silky fabric rubbing against the head was keeping me stimulated. I tried to think about something other than sex, but of course that was impossible. I was hoping no one would board the elevator, as my arousal would be obvious.Naturally, two attractive women in the late twenties boarded.