He saw that she was wearing a yellow sundress with thin white jacket covering her shoulders. A large smile was on her face as she walked to his table ...nd sat down."Hi!" she said, excitedly."Hello," he responded, holding out his hand to shake hers."Have you been waiting long?" she asked, her smile dimming only slightly."A few minutes," he said."So?" she asked, looking at him."Do you want to order?" he asked her."No thank you. I'm good."Jason nodded his head."Jason? Like I told you, I would. She shifted the car into park and sat with the engine idling softly. An unmarked and almost overgrown path led from behind the sign through the trees. The path never did get used much. Richard hated the cabin, hated the rustic "work-for-it" life she sought out during their infrequent vacations, so she only managed three or four trips a year to the cabin she had inherited from her father when he finally died.Daddy had held on for so long. He and Morgan would come out here every summer, spending. My heart started racing and I felt these little flutters in my stomach. It was only around the corner, so I decided why not. I made up some excuse of leaving early and got away without any questions asked. I walked around the corner passing a shadowed character. A few seconds later, I felt these hands go around my waist. Startled, I turned around to find him standing there smiling. I blushed a little. "I don't normally do this" I said. He replied, "Neither do I, but you are ever so beautiful".. One of the other women there was a female copywriter named Marty. Marty had enormous tits, but a rough face and I could never quite figure her out. I thought she might be gay, or at least bi-sexual. So even though I lusted after her breasts and wanted to titty-fuck her, I never made a move.That night, Susan and Marty were chummy and Marty - being quite a bit older - was sort of serving as Susan's "wing-woman" (if there is such a thing). Susan must have been telling Marty that her social life.