I unfastened myjeans and slowly slid up my shirt. Starting slowly I was just squeezing my breast while my other hand slide in between my jeans and pan...ies.I was thinking about how turned onmy boyfriend would be if he was sitting in the chair watching. I closed my eyes while sliding my hand underneath my panties feeling how wet I had become. Slowly starting rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers down my wet lips and back to my clit. Occasionally sliding a finger or two inside me. I moved up and. On the way there I pointed out the Houston Arboretum and Memorial Park. She said she wanted to stop briefly to look around, being new to Houston and a total hippie free spirit. We parked the car and sat on the swing set to talk for a while. I took a chance a leaned in to kiss her at the slightest sign of a segue; she accepted it. Good, soulful, trusting kisser. When the kiss ended she looked in my eyes and said "So what do we do now?" I didn't recognize how aggressive she was being and said. I just don’t want to get my hopes up and be burned again,” she confessed.“I do understand, but I’m not Doug, and I’m not offering you anything more than an open and fair assessment of our sexual compatibility. I also promise that we will reframe from intercourse unless it is both mutually agreed upon and I’m covered by a condom. That, of course, is until both our signatures are on one of my companion acquisition contracts,” I stated.As we headed for my bedroom, I realized this would be the. I had never had stuff on me like this. It was like trying to remove glue! Footsteps creaked down the stairs. Each step sounding out my doom. I decided I would just tell her to leave them outside. Instead the door opened, and she stepped inside. She was naked. I'm not sure why I expected anything else. She was a nudist after all. I turned away from her, pretending to be fumbling with something. My wet shirt still in my hands. “What on earth are you doing?” She asked. “We have wash clothes and.