When I slowed down, so did he. He chased me up and down for about ten minutes, and a smile began to creep onto my face each time he caught up and the ...ound of his foot strikes disappeared into mine. It was a strangely intimate kind of public flirting, and it felt good to be pursued, even with my wife running just a few feet away. Or maybe because she was.I wished, not for the first time, that I could take a man home. I'd had just one brief encounter with a guy during college and I hadn't had. My slender body on top of his hot hairy musky nude form. My lips refused to let him go even for an instant. I kissed, moaned and sucked his tongue non-stop.“You’re insatiable,” he said as I broke away to catch my breath. I nibbled his chin and said, “It’s your fault for turning me into a slut.”He giggled and then reached around me. He grabbed my waist with his big arms and rolled over, pushing me down on the cold mosaic floor as he came on top of me, rubbing his belly on my cloth-covered. "The chant started up again as Chico walked out to face Fabian, and it was clear that most of the crowd was on his side. The fighters tapped their gloves together and nodded, and the organizer blew his whistle and started the fight.Nothing much happened for a while, the two fighters seemed to just be feeling each other out. In his other fights Chico usually just ran up to his opponent and started hammering away at close range, so Lissa figured he must be worried about this Fabian guy. Finally. On an impulse, she got up, got her possessions together and went across the way to Wagner Hall, a classroom building that was very quiet right now. She went up to the ladies’ room on the third floor and stood in front of a mirror assessing herself. She thought of something she had blurted out to Michelle a few weeks earlier, “I wish I was as pretty as you are.”Michelle had scoffed, “Okay, I don’t stop clocks, but I’m just your basic Irish-Polish mutt.”Michelle perhaps had been going for some.