I feel you come up behind me and wrap your arms around me from behind. I take your hand in mine and kiss it and let your hands explore up my shirt and...just in the seams of my jeans. Although I want you so bad we are going to wait… we want to do more than just make love. So we decide to head out and not waste this perfect day. I suggest we go to Blowing Rock which causes you to suggestively raise an eyebrow. Great minds think alike! As we ease down the parkway you want to stop at every overlook. That if she wasn’t up to it then fine, I would just continue to live my life.10 minutes later I got a shot of her tits sagging down in front of the camera, no face shot, bent over just like Bill said she didn’t want to do. Hell I figured if it only took 15 to 20 minutes to get that from her. What could I get if I worked on her all night? I engaged her a little, asking about her boyfriend John (he is no longer in the picture) I smiled a devilish grin, DUMPED! And trying to get the paycheck. Soft new age music playing at a low volume. Dominating the room was a large oak desk, behind which sat a tall, buxom, and raven haired beauty. Certainly not what I was expecting. Not someone so, flat out sexual looking. She stood and towered over me. Dominating the room and putting me at first a bit at ill ease. Then she smiled and I felt, comfortable. A bit more comfortable. She shook my hand and told me to have a seat, then she sat and we started talking. We started with introductions,. Laurence looked ravishing in her skintight multi-hue dance outfit that matched my own. Make up enhanced the effect. Polite applause followed the performances of the younger girls and it was our turn to end the first half.Laurence's hair shone, her eyes reflected the stage lights that lit the auditorium. This was her element, her raison d'être. I was her foil. Tuned by empathy and practice. Science and Mathematics meant nothing now. Spoken languages and literature sank into insignificance..