Clearly this lady was used to receiving and rejecting unwanted male attention. Well, I liked to torture bugs when I was a kid too, so at least we alre...dy had that in common."May I join you for lunch?" I asked."Oh, by all means sit down." She replied "I haven't witnessed a triumph of optimism over experience in some time, so this should be fun." Ah, both smart AND hot." I replied. "May I ask what you do for a living?" I'm a Doctor." She answered."A doctor here on doctor, doctor day, how. Quickly!”Finally surrendering to the craziness going on around me, I did as ordered. Picking up her bag, Dina began climbing the tree, her long, prehensile toes gripping notches and ridges in the bark. From one of the lower branches, she gestured to me impatiently to climb as well, so I did. And as I got to her she motioned me to climb higher, and pulled the leaves I’d pushed through back again.“What is this?” I asked.“Climb! Save your questions for later.”I am no tree climber under ordinary. Gasping at the sensation. I place both hands palms down on the window, the ends of the scarf warm against my hands. I turn my face to pane, the coldness exquisite. Eyes close again.I pull on the scarf. Small pressure on my neck. A little bit tighter. A small sound comes from me.Pulling harder, a moan escapes me.Tightness, chin moves up, harder to breathe now.I pull more, silk smooth and gliding and restricting, eyebrows arch.My arms extend further, as far as they can, my air is gone, my. Looking at her reflection, as if, looking at a different person, eyes glazed, beautiful blond trusses curling down to her shoulders, reaching up to pull her hair back, and seeing, her flawless facial features,"Why did Ron have to pick now to be away"!It seemed her body and her emotions we're becoming so much more sensual lately. As she continued to gaze down her body, seeing her full breasts and the noticeable bumps of her hard nipples, that lately, seemed to be always erect and so sensitive,.