She was sort of in favor of world peace, but she would leave it to others to bring it about.“But why Columbia? When I heard that I thought this is a...girl on her way to the Ivy League. She must have dreams, an agenda. We would soon hear about her doing things that change the world.”She smiled at him indulgently.“Some mind reader you are,” she said. “Mostly I wanted a year in New York City and an excuse to be around the stage for a while.”“You must have had great grades and test scores to get. He spun me around, and held me against the tree and leaned forward, kissing me passionately. I held his embrace and returned the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I could feel my pussy start to get wet. It was throbbing in anticipation! I reached my hand into his shorts, and quickly dropped them to the ground, and I got my knees in front of him. I began working on his cock, swirling my tongue around the head of his penis and playing with the tip. I slowly started to work my way down his. "Slip off your gown while I prepare the water for your bath," she instructed in a husky voice. She untied the fastenings in the back of the gown, and helped him slip it off. Her eyes feasted on his naked form, the mat of gray hair covering his chest that narrowed to a vee as it approached his thick, uncut cock. His body was firm and fit, and she knew he was an avid hiker. His penis appeared full and heavy, as if in anticipation of what was to come. She pulled her eyes away and picked up the tub. Of course, in using the showers, there is generally the expectation that other guys will be showering also. I have never looked at guys, as I might look at girls, thinking how much I’d love to bed them. They are just other naked men showering. Some fit, others, like me, not so fit. I’m not a fat slob, just an older, out of shape guy.One evening, I was a bit later than usual finishing up my workout. I went into the locker room, stripped and headed to the showers. Some guys wear towels around.