The pub was quite busy. The entrance behind us. People coming and going. A couple sat in front and above us. Another to our side but some distance awa.... The bar felt intimate . With painting of half clothed people on the ceiling. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy. It's always feels like a cross between assessment and lust. We talked about a variety of things and I think he mentioned acess to my tits. I adjusted my dress top so he just had to put his hand inside to touch me which he did.. First and foremost this is totally fiction but the idea came from some videos I’ve seen. However this will be a bit different. No one, place or thing is real, all fiction. Sorry but it’s theater of the mind. I should add that this is probably as close to an S&M theme as I will ever write. Just wanted to see how it would play.Chapter 1:Where to start, I know with us. I’m Jack 42 years old, five foot-seven, pretty good condition and have a seven inch long dick. It’s served me well over the years. Shortly, Brick got up and while getting dressed said, “You get dressed too, we need to get out of here, it’s time to go”. I asked, “What do I do with the rubber?” She answered, “Pull it off and throw it away.” I did that and then got dressed and we walked out of the woods. We talked as we walked and she said, “For a rube you did okay today, we will definitely do this again." And we did. Four more times before the weather turned too cold and then six more times when the weather got warm in the. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take.As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It.