It was a town very much in the shadow of the somewhat larger city of Charlotte, 25 miles away and mostly only glimpsed at as we drove by on the relati...ely new Interstate 485 which also took us past Charlotte Douglas Airport from which we’d later fly home. Mostly what we saw of Rock Hill were derelict mills and warehouses. We didn’t visit the York County Museum, the White Home or the Botanical Gardens. The best that could be said about the hotel we were staying at was that it had once been much. There were no utilities. The hearth was the only means of heat and cooking. It was a perfect setting to finish my novel. As I left the wooded path into the clearing, I could see my cabin. Curiously a flicker of fire was apparent as it bounced through the old windowpanes. I tore these windows off an old rundown church down the road and installed them on my cabin. This cabin was truly a product built from only what was available in the forest. I approached with some trepidation and peeked through. “If you didn’t finish why did you fall?” I giggled seductively “Oh I usually have two you see… That was just one!” I could not believe what I was saying, that part wasn’t even true. However I wanted him bad and I wanted him now “Umm… Could you… Help me?” With that I undid my gown at the slide, letting it slide off my body and flatten on my bed. His jaw dropped and I could see a nice-sized bulge in his pants. I breathed deeply once, just to get my thoughts in line then did the final move. With. ..lightly pinching it, though not your nipple...just around the nipple, slowly working you harder and more erect...then with your wonderful right breast fully erect...and people looking over at us (which I would ignore) I would move that hand under your top to your left breast, take your bra completely out from under your top and toss it in the back seat then move my left hand back to your left breast and lightly tap your left nipple...then at the same time, I would move my right hand.