I think it is time to talk about a safe word."Ohhh... this is getting serious.For the next ten minutes or so the three of us laughed about what safe w...rd to choose.The actual safe word is something I'm not going to share with you guys here. If you are a member you can email me and I'll tell you what it was but it isn't really important. Keeping this to myself also allows me to filter out some of the fans who might (probably will) email me saying they were there that night.Standing there looking. I may have a job lead for you for next year." That was good enough for me. I had to start thinking about my future, and if she had a lead I would hear her out. And I needed a cold, Canadian beer. She was at the bar in a tank top, tight jeans and high-cut boots. She may have been 10 years older than me but my goodness she looked fucking hot. "I hate drinking alone", she said. "What's the occasion?" "I just needed a drink. Have some fun, you know?" She gave me a little wink, and I wanted to deny. "I'm an intern at the research center, I'm taking photos of the vegetation regrowth on these old snowmobile trails. Do you need to see my ID badge?"I realized he was looking at my nipples poking proudly through my bikini top and t-shirt, instead of my face. He then looked up at my face, smiled, and said, "no, I recognize you, I think I've seen you around the camp. Just be sure to be careful coming back down these old trails." He then continued hiking off into the distance, and turned around and. I clasped my arms tight around her body, holding it tight against the object of my lust and kissed her on the neck.She spun around in my arms and tilted her face up to me to be kissed. Her lips and mouth were the sweetest, softest things I had ever encountered. When she opened her mouth and accepted my tongue, my animal like lust was forgotten. Although my body was crying out for relief, my mind would have been satisfied to spend eternity with my mouth pressed against hers, my hands sliding.