James was alright, he had no trouble getting in, looking clearly about 25, and so he remained unquestioned. The music was loud, the alcohol cheap, and...the floor a little sticky. Just what you needed on a night out. I found myself dancing to the music, unaware if this was something I would have done before, but embracing whatever this was now. Shots of all varieties, were downed, bottles of Smirnoff Ice protected, heartbeats were increasing. Hands were touching my body, some on my ass, others. He had gotten out of his truck and carried the parcel up to the front door, then was looking at his board while he waited for the door to be answered.He was about 15m from where I sat, and I really was on a sexual high, no man had recently seen me naked, apart from my husband, and the last one since my marriage was about 15 years back. This was fucking weird and I felt as dirty as a woman could, as I stretched out in my chair and run my hands down my breasts and tummy, my hand curving into my. I pretended that I didn’t notice and went about my business which was hard because I was so wet at the thought of playing with he and my man. He proceeded to wrap his arms around my chest and pull me in close to his chest. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and my earlobe and it was hard to catch my breath. I was a little taken aback, but then it wasn’t like he hadn’t touched me before. I stood there and let him run his hands all up and down my body over my clothes. He was slow about it but. It will take a little more explaining but here is the online dictionaries attempt:bo·gan/?b??(?)n/nounINFORMAL•DEROGATORYan uncouth or unsophisticated person regarded as being of low social status.“boardies are for bogans”Yesterday, was Easter Monday and was a lot quieter than in usual years of course. I always have work to do so was sitting around the house doing some work, jumping in the ocean every hour or so and generally just chilling out. I was wearing AussieBum speedos and nothing else.