She raised her eyebrows, signifying her displeasure at being kept waiting. Maybe he wasn't going to make it after all! I smiled in mock sympathy. She ...oticed, and returned the favour. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to slowly undress her; to run my hands and lips over those wonderful breasts; to sink my teeth into the perfect globes of that beautiful tight arse. To lay her gently, face down, onto the playing field that doubled as my bed and secure her wrists and ankles to. . oh Fuck… time will be short… system…. OK.. I called Tommy on my cell phone… ”What’s up, Darlin’? Anything wrong?” — “Yeah, this dressing room thing is a fiasco… we need a system… can you lend me a hand between the shows here?” — “Sho’nuf, Baby… I’ll be right down….” and, coming around the corner, past the dual security guys, Tommy came jogging along…“Their clean clothes, food, and beer are out here,” I showed him… then I took him back to the ‘Locker room’ — “and here are the showers. —. “ where is Jon today “ I asked , “ I told him to fuck off after he wanted me to fuck one of his mates so he could film it “ , “ok which didn’t you fancy doing , his mate or the film “ I teased , “his mate “ she answered, “ he showed me his cock , it was all of an inch long ! And he had a huge beer gut , no thanks “. We sat quiet for a while, sipping the cold drink , when I noticed she had fallen asleep , a mixture of sun ,drink , being tired and the cricket on the radio I smiled to myself. But. What she wore during these farewells varied as to how far she had prepared her make-up and things. One particular day, she arrived to see me off wearing just her bra and panties and as always, planted a sweet little kiss to my cheek as we opened the door. As I left the house, she casually asked me if I could see the postman along the street, mentioning she was expecting a registered parcel. Having closed the door behind me I headed down the road, only to see the postman delivering around five.