There was no mistaking what was going on had some stray beachcomer wandered anywhere near us at the time as the moon set low in the sky and served as ... perfect backdrop for a silhouette of hot, steamy sex. I took the advantage of her horniness and rolled her onto her hands and knees before mounting her doggie-style, both of us facing a small sand dune that had rows of other campers just about 25 yards away. "What if someone comes over those dunes?" I asked. "Then they're going to get to see you. Over the course of an hour or so he kept scooting closer and then I would scoot away trying to maintain my comfort zone until I couldn’t scoot any more on the couch.He stopped talking and, with his left hand he reached up and ran his fingers through my straight hair letting the strands softly glide through just staring into my eyes. He did it again and again and again. Each time he would gather up more hair than the time before. His breathing change to deep slow breaths until he pulled my hair. He also told me that I shall have to stop if his wife is not comfortable or not do stuff she doesn’t want to or not to force her.I told him that goes without saying, a lady’s word is final. We then bid good-bye and he told me he shall plan in a day or two. I told him Sunday as in 12/1/20 would be good. On Sundays I’m free and my wife was also going out. I also told him to ask his wife to connect on WhatsApp, so that the meeting is not awkward.In the evening I get a message from an unknown. You were never all that great at reading women, isolated as you were growing up. High school was a bit of a shock, and given your lack of socialization, the logical thing to do was retreat into yourself. And yeah, that painted you as kind of a weirdo. So did all the damn straight A's you seemed to get. You were slated for valedictorian for most of those four years. And then you discovered girls, and got distracted by one that just didn't work out. You knew it wouldn't, but you did it anyway, in.