I chose an adventure/horror flick, something with car chases, explosions, psychological thrills, but a happy ending and a minor romance. As we watched... we were both enthusiastically rooting for the good guys, and in the scary parts, I would cling to him, hiding my face in his strong bicep.All throughout the movie, I could feel Steven's eyes boring into the back of my head. He would kiss my neck periodically and feel me shiver in his arms. Near the end of the movie, I felt more than heard him. He introduced himself as Steve, a nice looking man in his early fifty's and commented that I was the only person he saw on his hike to the summit. We made small talk and I found out he was from the next town over from me and that he, like myself was having marital problems.What he said next caught me by surprise. He mentions his marital problems are a result of his desire after 16 years of marriage to no longer deny himself the pleasure of being with a man. I wasn't sure what to say but my dick. ‘ Yes, darling I do. I have an ice bucket with my favorite jelly chilling, my favorite vibrator and KY jelly that right this minute I am putting on my nipples. I have to make do since you’re at work and I don’t have your tongue flicking across. I am tugging on them and making them hard just like you do with your teeth. Hmmm…. I hear your breathing… tell me what you’re doing sweetheart.’ ‘Damn you, you’re a minx!’ He replies,’ I have work that needs to be done.’ I chuckle,’ am I getting to you?. I’d taken the place on alone but the extra costs made life a pain in the ass. No quality of life. My new place in Portsmouth didn’t take long to find. I’d shortlisted two places. One that I knew I’d move in to immediately but there was another. The advert was written like some kind of romance novel. I honestly had a feeling, as I read it, that I could show up and immediately fuck the girl who’d written it.The flat was at the top of Fratton Rd. A run down, whitewashed block which probably looked.