Her name is Sushma (real name). I want to keep this real story of mine very authentic so I am revealing my own identity. At the time I was studying in...ermediate first year and she was studying 10th class. I always found her sexy in some way but did not get chance to talk to her a lot. But one fine day she started to visit my home regularly to play with my sister. At first I did not find much time to talk to her. One day my dad asked me to show her how to create a email id on my computer and I. When neither Anya nor Jerry showed up by the time I finished my second beer, I decided it was time to go home. "‬Well guys, it's time for me to call it a night while my carriage is still a carriage." Stay and dance with me at least once," ‏the slightly butch EMT suggested."‏I will dance with you once, if you promise I can lead,"I said it loud enough to be heard by everyone at the table."‏Fair enough, but if you dance good enough, I might get you a job." Oh as a dancer?" Sure, you ever been to. He picked up a bag containing a blanket and towels, and the two of them, hand in hand, walked down the stairs onto the sandy beach. Charles picked a spot not far from the water and laid down the blanket on the sand. "Would you like to go into the water? Can you swim?" I would love to go into the water and, yes, I can swim."They ran into the water together, splashing in the gentle waves of the sea. "Let's swim to those cliffs and explore the caves," he said. They swam side by side. As they. But she only had eyes for him. The man entwined with her, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic grace. He was average size but ruggedly handsome. His dark features hinted at a Mediterranean look of olive skin like that of someone from Italy. He had long black hair that fell just above his shoulders and his muscles were toned, not like a body builder but that of an athlete. The tempo of the song slowed to a smooth sensual sound. They pressed their bodies against each other. He moved behind.