Or, as we referred to it at this time of year, the "Wet Coast."My apartment was on the south-west edge of Stanley Park, not far from the beach at Engl...sh Bay and only three blocks from the park. I could ride my bike or walk or jog my way around the seawall on a moment's notice. I hardly needed my car during the week. The office was less than a mile away, and a brisk walk or a bike ride on most mornings was good exercise for me. My building had an indoor pool and an exercise room which I used. I'm trying to deny my orgasm. I'm enjoying this way too much, I don't want it to end that fast. I close my eyes, and try to breath slowly and deeply.She doesn't make it easier. She really knows what she's doing. She is eagerly slurping my juices, and her hand expertly operates the vibrator. She thrusts aggressively, then slows down, almost stops, pulls the cock out of me. She caresses my asshole with the tip of the toy, then slowly pushes it all the way in. Damn, she's good.I can't take it. I reached down and while lowering myself to my knees slid her wet thong down her thighs. I was eye level with her ass and started to kiss it. She leaned forward and the shampoo from her hair started to run down her back. I saw it in time and got to my feet in time to rinse her hair out.“I'm sorry I wanted you to kiss my bum” she commented, as I massaged her hair.“I did too sweety and I will. Don't you worry. You have a great butt that I have watched take form for a few years now” I. Stopping in town to get a couple last minutes things, we had to redress ourselves to go in the store. I took the time to call the club announcing my arrival, and told Jim I had a 'surprise' for him. Within 30 minutes we pulled up in front of the house. [before I go any further, may I suggest you read my other swinging stories. That way you'll be able to keep up without my being repetitious]The owners of the club were an older couple, Jim and Phyllis. Jim himself was disabled, having but one.