I smiled at Sasha, at myself, and rubbed my trapped cock a little harder between my silky-smooth thighs. I was hot and loved the way I felt about myse...f… and I was about to meet the confidence catalyst. We were scheduled for drinks and a meal but the truth was, I couldn’t wait to get Lana back to the hotel room and get out of the stuffy clothes.With Lana, I had nothing to hide.***I walked to the bar we'd selected.Slowly.Filled with excitement and trepidation… although my cock felt none of that. The pressures he faced made it difficult for him toconcentrate on his work and twice he was reprimanded by his boss formistakes she had found.He was fortunate to have his own office which was entered from the typingpool. At least when the door was closed he could relax a little althoughhe always had to be on guard for someone entering without knocking. Andone person who always entered without knocking was Sarah who had beenasked by Emma to do periodic checks on Simon. Usually, she would. It was also time, as several of my friends-cum-coworkers had been pointing out to me lately, for me to "get back out there" socially. They'd been terribly sympathetic when I finally acknowledged that Susan had gone out of my life. I gave them no details, of course—what was I going to say?—but they realized that it hadn't been my decision. They were really sorry for me—for a while.The "while" had long since been over with, though, and I was getting pushed to "put it behind me" and "get on with. The Kind old Farmer helped Karen back into the car and literally ran to the paddock gate, unlocked it and waved us through. Finding a suitable spot near the cliff edge the picnic was unpacked, the contents promptly demolished, both of us made hungry by the views, the remoteness and weather. We decided to walk along the clifftop, a track made by horses being a safe bet. We started off……suddenly a wind came up out of nowhere, warm but violent in its velocity, Karens’s dress appeared to.