So I read much more into it than necessary, right? No. I didn’t. “Would you like something cold to drink? I am going in for a refill.” “Water ...s great if you can please.” He smiled. I returned a minute later and handed him the water bottle noticing that he had unbuttoned his sweat soaked shirt. His chest was covered with curly dense black hair and I could smell him from where I stood. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was primal.“The pool looks so nice. I bet you enjoy using it when it is hot like this”. Although I wasn't always hosting at home. I would meet them in their hotel rooms, sometimes in the pitch black darkness with no names or faces. Just hard core anonymous fucking with a stranger.I consider myself an ethical slut. I always used protection and chose my partners carefully. I was out of control and I didn't care. I love the thrill of the hunt. I love the first time encounter. I love the unpredictability of the moment and the heat of passion with a stranger.One of the hottest moments. I ran for my car, jumped in and drove as fast as I could back to my apartment. I emptied my biscuit tin of my savings. I packed a few things into my backpack and left. I tried to start the car but it wouldn't go. I think the battery was dead. So I ran down to the main road and hitched. It wasn't too difficult to thumb rides. I hitchhiked my way around the country when I was younger. My first ride took me across the state. I didn't see a reason to stop then, I just took the next ride, and the. I could see she was enjoying the shocked looks and hidden erections; this was a new side of Sarah I didn’t know existed and with that my will power failed. In time one of the other girls chickened out and the game finished, everyone went home and left Sarah and I chatting, then kissing. We went back to my place and spent the whole night fucking, not making love, fucking. We started on the sofa, and then went to the bedroom, waking the neighbours as we screwed and by the end of the night we had.