He looked down at the ocean. ‘What a view!’ ‘Yeah.’ I signed starting straight at him. He looked back and smiled softly at me. ‘I have broug...t a little wine in my pack. Let me pour you a glass of an excellent white.’ Peter sat up and rummaged about in his bag while I looked out at the ocean. We were nicely under the shade of the tree but it was still hot, and I casually undid my sarong, and let it fall to the sides of me. I let one leg fall to the side and bent the other so that my foot was. Don’t you want me James? Mmmm baby, I want you. You don’t say a word, you stand over me watching, stroking your cock, as I keep begging you to touch me, to fuck me, lay next to me. Ill do anything you ask, for as long as you want me to, where ever you want. Just please touch me, I’m going crazy here. Lowering my voice in a whisper, James, I need you. You’re not being fair, I pout!The next thing I know you’re on me giving me long deep deliberate kisses, the kind of kisses most people read about. I wasn't stupid. I'd seen too many athletes go into the pros and who had taken their big bucks and had gone on a spending spree only to get a career ending injury which left them broke. It wasn't going to happen to me. I might get injured, but it wasn't going to leave me broke.I didn't waste the money on a brand new car, but I did put new tires, shocks and brakes on the Prelude and then gave it a paint job.It was déjà vu. I was in the garage working on the car when my mother came out and told. What I really wanted, part of me was forced to admit, was for her to put her mouth upon me again, to lick me and make me feel the way I'd felt after she'd smeared me with baby oil and eaten me.I didn't think I was a lesbian. The thought that I was craving the touch of another woman filled me with shame and dread. But I couldn't help myself. I picked up the phone and started dialing her number perhaps two dozen times, always slamming the receiver back down before Charlie's phone had achance to.