I couldn’t understand why, why at this time, why out of all of time, he chose this time to get bashful and start to play coy with me and then I real...sed that he wasn’t looking down at his feet, he was indicating where the lingerie was and oh my god he was wearing it for me. We were drunk the one time that I said I loved men in lingerie and his response had loomed so large in its absence that, suitably admonished, I simply never brought it up again whether drunk, sober, or post-coital.“Show me,”. A lone figure moved about the camp, obviously butchering an animal. It looked as though the person was drying and smoking the meat as a series of smoky fires had been set up under lines stretching between a pair of trees. Even from this distance I could tell it was a woman from her body shape and very long hair.I pulled my unloaded crossbow off of my back and, resting it on the log, peered through the scope. My first thought was, 'My god she is beautiful.' The woman was covered head to toe in. If I was in the right spot I could catch a view of her fine tits. Women are not clueless about these things, so I am sure she knew what I was doing, I thought this was all I would see of Saira, her very nice legs and once in a while some tit, but boy was I wrong. It all started very innocently with me sending Saira some e-mails at work, jokes and the usual stuff. This went on for some time, but it seemed that the jokes were getting more sexual with each passing joke. Then each day after work we. They were going to love it. I was disappointed when she didn’t play this time. She swam for a few minutes, did some more stretches and danced back up to the cottage. The look on her face was pure happiness and I wondered if someone was going to get laid. It certainly wouldn’t be me. Even my toys didn’t appeal to me at that time. I set the cameras up by the laptop and went to get some lunch. As I ate, I leafed through some of the magazines I’d picked up in town. The copy of Arts and Artists.