After half the beer, he got up and started to change for a shower. He stood up after removing his shoes and socks. Unzipped his fly, then took off his...shirt. His smooth chest with brown nipples was making me warm.Then he slid down the jeans, and as he bent, his pert buns stood out from his black boxers. Slim thighs, taut, and taunting. I watched him walk with a semi-hard bulge to the shower. I finished his beer, stripped, and entered the shower.He was all soaped up when I started to wash his. She leaned forward to put her bag beside her chair. Tristan noticed she had the first few buttons of her blouse undone, revealing an ample cleavage.She looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Like what you see?"Tristan's cheeks burned, and he wished the floor would open up and swallow him. He stammered an apology.She laughed. "Hey, don't look so worried, I was only teasing you. My name is Dionysia, what's yours?" She held out a slim hand to Tristan.He took a deep breath hoping his burning cheeks did. .... Your lips and tongue seducing me, stealing my breath away. So much more than our imaginations could conjure up.Breathless, light headed, I take your hand and lead you towards a path next to the river. We climb down to a rocky ledge overlooking a mini waterfall. I have a blanket and picnic basket waiting for us. One of our cyber fantasies has been to undress each other outdoors and explore all the sexual tension between us.No words are necessary, our bodies ache to experience what until. I commented that it must be a little strange to marry someone he had only met once and without the opportunity to have slept with them before the wedding. He laughed and said he had slept with plenty of people whom he had no intention of marrying. He started asking me questions about girls and my sex life and I tried to be as evasive as possible. I didn’t get any vibe that he was aware of anything between Abdullah and me.The coffee had kicked in and we both needed to piss. Mustafa stopped at.