He booted her computer and checked her e-mails, documents and any other place that might provide a clue. He didn't know what he was looking for, and h... didn't find it. X-rated videotapes, letters from an admirer, appointments on her calendar... nothing. He decided to start recording these "events" on his own calendar, hoping they would continue, but fearing a pattern would emerge.One night, after watching baseball on TV, all was quiet in the house, and he wondered where she was. It was time to. Now someone was standing beside me, with dark curls and shimmering dress."I saw you watching me," she said. "I guess you liked what you saw?" You move like nothing I've seen before," I said as I put down my beer."Just have to release my tension after a long week," she replied. Smiling, her dark brown eyes appeared to shine at the same time. Those lips, a light pinkish-red gloss, little dimples in the corners of her mouth. She was probably five-six in heels, natural curves, I couldn't stop. “Yes, but...” she grimaced, questioning by expression. “I know we have to be patient, but it’s long past dawn - which is their best time, but they have a territory here I suppose. That’s why you ... and I are here, so where are they?” she asked pleasantly but firmly.“Dunno,” he whispered dismissively, shuffling closer.She tried to blank out the noxious smells from his surrounding body warmth as she felt his knee budge against her calf then fall away. She glanced at his face and saw the. So I moved around a bit until I found a great spot with some flat rocks where I could easily sit and a bit of a view up and down the trail in case someone came from either side.It was morning, but already warm and the anticipation had already made me semi-hard.I positioned myself comfortably on a rock, spread my legs so that I could get access to my (now rock hard) clock without fully pulling down my pants. As mentioned, this is still in public and on a well used trail.My mind then started.