As I feel your flesh beneath the smooth material, my cock stiffens. We kiss and I slide my hand briefly inside your knickers to grab your buttock, squ...ezing it tightly with a firm grip. I let my hand roam a little, my fingers sliding gently along the crack of your arse and down towards the wet warmth of your cunt.I remove my hand from beneath your knickers and take two fingers deep into my mouth, soaking them with saliva. Still kissing, I push you gently onto your back and slide my hand down. .. out onto my deck. It’s Monday and almost midnight - time for me to perform and for you to observe and appreciate. I get comfortable in a soft patio chair. I enjoy the feeling of the nice breeze on my body, which is also bathed in moonlight. .We are close to a full moon. I know I look very good and I know you can see me very well and that pleases me. I take a nice deep sip of wine, and lean back in the chair. I look directly at your window - are you touching yourself? - as I place the clamps. Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how regular he seemed, considering he came from a rich family in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his part, he seemed to admire me too, in a different way (more for my street smarts). I’m 5’ 10, 170 and blond / blue, so I guess I fit his image of what every LA surfer guy should be (though I confessed to him I’d never actually surfed!). I was much more experienced in most things (except sex oddly) since my parents were divorced early. I haven't even opened the Office 2000 book!!"He nodded. "And the writing? How are you doing with that?" I haven't done any for quite a while," I replied. "Which reminds me," I said, smiling for the first time since I'd entered his office. "I happened to check the Fictionmania site and found my last story 'Postcards' was up there and had gotten a couple of really nice reviews...kinda cheered me up. But I can't write," I added, lapsing back into my depressed state. "I can't THINK! About all I do.