Was not a man, but a women. She got out of her stand and got lost. Had been walking for hours lost. I come down and talk with her. She wanted directio...s out and ask me to take her. I suggested she stay with me in the stand. I did not plan to walk out till after dark. She had been told to stay in her stand till someone got her. she had to pee and wanted to be away from her stand. She got lost on her way back. I gave her some snacks and something to drink. Sitting in my stand I have little room.. The feather is a surprise since it can't be heard. The feeling of the softness rolls over your body from head to toe. I take it up one side, and down the other. You giggle, and wiggle from the ticklish torture. But your body wants so much more. A small hand held whip with a few leather straps trails up your back. Over your shoulder, and across your chest. The texture of the leather makes your nipples stand straight up when touched. Down the legs, and a gentle brushing in between your creamy. Did she want to get back together? Was she pregnant? Or both, maybe?After waiting for thirty minutes, he was almost ready to get up and leave, when his tall, blonde ex-partner walked through the door. She instantly locked eyes on him and waved, then made her way to the counter to order a coffee.Cole's kept his eyes fixed on her, and remembered the last time they had a hot night of sex. He felt his cock grow hard under the table, as he stared at her tight ass propped up by her tight blue jeans.. My fingers slowly stroking as I imagine she can see me watching her. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her to life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets outside. My hand slides up and down slowly as I focus on the next image. A close up of her bared breasts and my heart beats.