She is wearing tight blue jeans and t-shirt. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra as the wet t-shirt is clinging to her b-cups. Her red hair is matted...to her head and I am starring at her beautiful freckled face. I’ve had a crush on her since elementary school, but when we got into high school we were in completely different cliques.The rain is coming down hard as we arrive at her house and she stops in the front yard. She lies down on the grass and stares into the night sky.She pats the ground. I’ve never had this much control over one person. He took my hand and guided me until my hand was wrapped around him. On contact, he cried out and I couldn’t help, but smile. The power I had over him was incredible. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ he asked me, his voice full of desire. ‘I’m sure,’ I said. Moments later, I felt him against me and then he slowly entered me. A sharp, short pain came and went and pleasure took it’s place, it was impossible to keep my eyes open. ‘Open your eyes,. I started imagining her wearing just her t-shirt with no shorts.Me: And your inners?Swati: As I told you, I never have it when I am at home.Me: So, are you gonna play yourself?Swati: Yeah, maybe, it’s getting late. Let’s get to sleep.Me: What, hey! Don’t leave, please stay.Swati: Will talk tomorrow, you do what you’re doing, I’ll sleep.Me: How will I text if you leave.Swati: I am not talking about texting, I mean you finish off with your cock stroking. Hahaha!As she said it, I stroked my cock. Ken had taken me out to our favourite restaurant which is a part of a small country hotel about 25 miles from where we live. He drove us there in his Jaguar and of course it was expected that I would be driving back, he having had too much to drink as usual. When we arrived I was not very pleased to find that our small intimate restaurant had been taken over for the evening by a large party of rugby supporters who were on their way to (or from) a big match somewhere. I think there must have.