I jumped a bit and looked up into Jane’s beautiful smiling face. “Sorry Michael. I didn’t mean to scare you” she giggled.Jane wore a pair of s...retch shorts and a halter top. I noted that none of the halter buttons were done up and that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She carried her sandals and a small beach bag which she put down beside her as she sat beside me. We both stared out at the river silently. I waited for her to say something. I really didn’t know how to start this rendezvous. I mean, how. She then stood up and proceeded to get our drinks from the bar. She returned with our drinks five minutes later. We thanked her and she started to walk away. She then turned around and beckoned my husband to follow her. My husband looked at me for approval which I gave. I followed a few steps behind, wanting to see what plan the topless waitress had for my husband. She guided him to a corner of the stage where she sat him in a narrow chair with no arms. He watched as she gave him a sexy pole. For them to deliver.I can feel them around me, swirling energy building as my fingers pick up speed, curling into myself a notch. Further. Deeper until I'm gasping Willow's name into the mist.Affording her greater access, I tip my head back further, hair brushing the ground behind my feet. Something tugs at it and I try to jerk forward but I'm held fast. The leaves and twigs whip over my soles like rope and knot, binding me. Loop rapidly up my calves and over my thighs, maintaining my parted. That glorious smell was something else I felt a need to imbed in my memory. I loved to inhale her scent and catch the delicate changes in intensity as she travels from interested to orgasmic.We were beautifully matched. I loved her scent and she felt no embarrassment knowing I loved to have her smell in my nostrils, on my skin and in my mouth. We'd come so far as lovers in so short a time, I often caught myself thinking that we'd been together - as a couple - for years, not weeks because of how.