‘Don’t say that. You know that’s not true.’ Neither of them speak for a moment. ‘AJ?’ she asks. ‘Can we talk about this? Someplace…som...place neutral, like a restaurant?’ He responds. ‘I don’t think I want to do that.’ Words. ‘You know why not.’ More. ‘Yes. That would be fine.’ A question. ‘No. Tomorrow. I’m tired, and…my face hurts.’ He says something longer then hangs up, apparently without goodbye. Jasmine takes a deep breath, holds it, and wipes at her eyes with her fingers. ‘That went a lot. ” I yell back to you as you walk away. You turn your head and wave back at me signaling that that would be just fine, your mouth still stretched into that welcoming smile of yours. I head back to my apartment, feeling happier than I have in years. I can’t believe what just happened; surely I just imagined all of that. I check my phone again and see your number there, it really did happen. Saturday evening was finally here and I arrived at your door ten minutes before seven. A habit of mine. He slid the waistband down over my ass. He kneeled and slid them down from my thighs to the floor. I stepped out of them. Justin helped me remove my socks. he softly kissed a trail from the top of my foot to my panties. He bit the ribbon of my panties, which laced up on either side. He pulled with his teeth, undoing the dainty little bow and loosening my panties. He did the same to the other side, and my panties fell to the floor. He reached over to the bed and picked up the bikini bottom. I. On entering, I was given a locker key and a towel, similar to bathhouses with which I was familiar. There were a few couples, some unescorted females who might have been hookers and a large contingent of horny men. Couples engaged in sex were swamped with spectators. Not a great experience but it did make me interested in coming back on a couples night.The next night, I mentioned to my wife where I had been while assuring her I was only a spectator. Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised.