For some reason, I just kept quiet instead of announcing my presence. He thought he was alone, I didn't want to scare the shit out of him by yelling ...own.He was just standing there! What was he doing? He had his back to me, so I couldn't see his face, and fortunately he couldn't see me up in the loft either. Then, he reached down and pulled his shirt off, kicked off both of his work boots and I heard him undoing his belt. Wow, now I definitely wasn't saying anything! He had a tougher time. Kiss you."What?" you ask. I've been staring again haven't I. Damn my brain! I blame you, you're teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh!Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it's an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly things?In the car I drive, you rest your hand on my leg, teasing me, I make you. Would it be big, long, short, and fat? Would it be pale, pink with blond hair, or was it as tanned as he? How would he feel? All of those things crossed my mind.The more I saw Wayne, the more appealing the idea of sleeping with him became. Wayne was sexy and would be even cuter if he would just cut that damn piece of hair that serves no purpose other than making him look older than he is. Wayne had arms and legs for days. He carried himself being post-military with confidence and charisma. Yea. Harder, I whimpered, my fingers wet and slick with my juices as I circled my clit. Ohh, please, fuck me harder! He did, his balls slapping against my pussy, his fingers using the bones of my pelvis like handle grips, pulling me back to him again and again. I loved feeling him ram into me with such force, with a slick, wild abandon that left me panting and moaning. Oh, fuck my ass! I felt my orgasm building, his cock a driving force against my ass, my fingers working my clit for all I was worth..