I stopped when the waist of her jeans was around her thighs, keeping her legs bound together and her ass exposed so perfectly for me. I leaned in... whispering against her neck hotly, "Fuck, you look so good." My hand rubbing over her asscheeks in tight little circles, patting and massaging her beautiful rump, getting it nice and heated. I raised my hand then and suddenly brought it back down, delivering a quick, sharp slap to her ass that caused her to jolt forward a bit, yelping out in. We had truly become “friends with benefits.”As we began to know each other better, we learned each other’s likes and dislikes. Kathleen enjoyed Ron’s aggressiveness and his penchant for talking dirty in bed. I really enjoyed Charlotte’s passion and intimacy. I enjoyed our post-sex “afterglow” nearly as much as the sex itself. The way she snuggled in my arms made it feel more than just casual sex with a stranger. That feeling of intimacy was not something that I ever expected from swinging.After. I joked that this was just what a guy liked to hear and then told her about the drive up to the lake with Darius to make sure everything would be ready in the morning, and she told me she'd bought a new swim suit for the occasion.We managed to spend an hour on the phone talking about nothing in particular before we bid each other a goodnight. I had to stare at my lap for several minutes and threaten it with a cold shower before I could get on with my evening.A cold shower was sort of what I was. He swung the door open with a creak. A foul stench wafted out, but it didn't smell like them, and she didn't see anything move in the flickering candlelight. The barrel of Matt's rifle swung back and forth as he scanned the dark room. "Looks okay." he said. Despite his words, he moved cautiously, poking the barrel of his rifle under the shelves and behind a stack of boxes before he waved her in.The smell was far stronger inside, but not nearly as bad as standing on the roof above those things..