I put the towel on the back of my chair and sat down to resume play.At first, I tried to cross my legs, a concession to modesty, but then figured what...the hell. I knew the rules, accepted the terms, and had been the first one naked -- I wouldn't be the last -- so let them look if they wanted to. I spread my legs a bit; they had certainly seen similar sights before. Besides, I had almost half the chips on the table.Without any clothes to worry about losing, I could concentrate on the money. If I. Sitting on the restaurants deck over looking the lake lent itself to an engaging conversation, 2 hours quickly passed. Wife asked him if he'd like to come to her camp site for dinner? Rodwell eagerly said yes, they got up, started to walk back to their campsites. When they arrived at Rodwell's site he offered to accompany her to her site, she liked his manners. He walked with her, arrived at my wife's site and bid adieu until 5:00 for dinner. Rodwell started to walk away, wife stared at him, he. .in my chair.. my mind wander thinking what it would be like to take you right there on the desk in my office...the slight touch of your hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality..and you smiled down...looking into my passion filled eyes...i could hear the slight quiver in your voice as you spoke...knowing where my thoughts were....enough of this work you said....and i agreed and asked if you would like to share a glass of wine with me....your eyes light up as i moved over to the. You toss your jacket on my sofa along the way, not pausing or breaking eye contact. “Earn it? Or take it?” The question is potent, but I’m too distracted to answer. You’re near enough now that I can inhale my first scent of you. The damp smell of summer rain clings to your skin and I see the fine droplets of water in your dark hair. The shirt you’re wearing teases at the tight well-trained muscles beneath. My hands slide up your abdomen and I feel them flex with my touch. You're always trying.