Well, there's one thing you should know about me; when I get stoned I get really, really horny. We're sitting there all talking and laughing, and I'm ...etting hornier by the second. My nipples were like erasers under my dress, and my cunt was getting seriously wet. Greg apparently noticed my nipples and slid a little closer to me on the couch. Naturally, the talk turned to sex which made me even hornier and feeling Greg's arm and leg pressed against mine wasn't helping. John asked a question . The restaurant was hidden on a side street, the kind of place that was known by word of mouth and kept as a wonderful secret by its patrons. The food was too delicious to let everyone know about it. They are the only visitors there as the room was filled with elegant French couples. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming rather than the elegant restraint they sometimes found in French restaurants. Some bruschetta with chicken livers and grilled porcini mushrooms were brought to their table. The lady stretched out her towel between us, but did not lie down straight away. She stood for a moment, looking toward the sea. "Beautiful isn't it?" she asked, glancing down at me.I was at a loss for words, since she was standing quite close, legs slightly parted, and all I was looking at were the glistening, loose pussy lips protruding from her curly pubes.She knelt down on her towel, leaning forward to stretch it out more smoothly. Her round arse cheeks were pointed straight at me, and with. I was again very nervous and a little disappointed he wasn't dressed. He explained that he had to be very careful. He was married and his wife did not know about his crossdressing. He was also too afraid to step out in public as Samantha. We continued chatting and drinking a few beers to settle the nerves. Finally I said that I was very tired after my early morning and long trip. To my relief he asked if I was ready to meet Samantha. I beamed "Yes" and he asked me to follow him to his room..