That was the only response I got. I sat back in my chair and pushed myself a little further under my desk. I glided my hand up my stocking clad thigh,...until my thumb brushed against my damp panties. Oh god, I felt so naughty. It was so bad of me to be touching my aching pussy with all my work colleagues so close by. Only my mystery man and I had known what I was doing. My fingers rubbed at my clit through my silk panties. It was so hard not to moan. My breathing came in deep, heavy breaths. I. We got down there a little early and had a few drinks at the bar. I figured that would relax both of us a little. One by one our ‘participants” started showing up. By 9 pm all three were there. We stayed down at the bar until about 10 pm, and then decided to move it to the room. By now my wife was feeling pretty good. She grabbed her bag and excused herself to the bathroom. You could cut the anticipation with a knife. About 10 minutes later she called me over to the bathroom door. She had. Jamie then walked in in his boxers holding the vodka and having a joint in his mouth i looked at his tanned body his light six back and looked down to his boxers and saw a huge bulge in them he looked down and smiled and said "like what you see" i said yeah and more he then took a big sip from his bottle and pulled down his boxers to show his beautiful cock i reached up and grabbed holed of his dick and licked the end then took it into my mouth and tasted the precum from the head he then came. Although there was nothing sexual about this, it did feel nice."Do you often come to the beach alone?" Carol asked, making up small talk as she tried to make this physical interaction last as long as possible."Sometimes," Tabitha answered, the truth being she loved being alone and just getting drawn into a good book on a nice sunny day."Me too," Carol said. "There is nothing more beautiful than a summer day at the beach." I completely agree," Tabitha said, enjoying having someone who agreed.