As it reached half past three, I decided I would go. But I would not be pushed around and made a slut; that I was sure of. It was too late to go now a...d yet my brain was riddled with doubt, an unusual fear of this man. I wondered why he wanted it blindfolded. Perhaps he was ugly; maybe even famous. Who knows? As I sat on the forest floor, I could hear the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees. There was a sound that pierced through all of them despite being the smallest—the. He sat back for a few seconds, knowing his cock was throbbing already. He could just fuck her now. Just climb on and bang that pussy hard. But he wanted to savour this.He began kissing her stomach first. The gentlest of contact. Then began stroking her arms with the tips of his fingers. Even now she was responding. Twitching and moving as the desire rose in the pit of her stomach. He carried on moving the tips of his fingers down her sides. Then pushed her legs apart. He heard her catch her. If I hear “Last Train to Clarksville” or another of his anecdotes about busty librarians again I was going to lose my damned mind.Ignoring the garland and wreath that usually picked me up, I walked through the door, kicked off my boots and walked into the kitchen. Stopping in my tracks, I paused, backed up a few feet and looked into the living room. Yup. There she was, sitting on the couch with some stranger. He was sitting way too close and was turned towards her. I didn’t need to be a. I went home, had a cold shower and had cocktails ready for Gloria when she arrived and told her we were eating out. She was delighted. EIGHT I filled in the next day visiting my folk for lunch and calling around on my inlaws. It was only 3.45 when I completed that so I had almost three hours to fill in before Gloria would be home. I phoned Jacqui but there was no reply, which was a mistake, because the thought of a couple of hours in the sack with her had got my motor running. At 4.05 I arrived.