Gary never heard that story either.Now twenty-nine, Karen was the administrative assistant to Mr. Brad Johnson, owner of Johnson Homes, who had inheri...ed the company from his father. Brad was a jean and sleeves rolled up executive, who preferred to be at the job sites instead of doing paper work in the office. An engineering graduate of MIT, he was very bright, and a bit ruthless. To Karen, he had an animal attraction about him. She sometimes thought about him being on her and in her. But she. ” I tossed her a towel and bar of soap from my pack. ”Don't lose the soap,” I warned, ”I didn't bring another.”The rocks were worn smooth and slick from thousands of years of running water and they felt like you were walking on soft concrete (if that makes any sense).I kicked off my boots and socks and said, ”You better go ahead before it gets dark, it's going to get cool.”She sat there looking at me in disbelief. I grinned and shook my head. She took the towel and soap and stood up. ”You. ....AHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Her body convulsed and she actually squirted across my face. I had never been with a squirter before and it surprised me at first, but I quickly recovered and slowly licked, kissed, and sucked up every drop of her juices.Standing back up I kissed her deeply. She ran her fingers through my soaking wet hair and pulled me tightly against her. As we broke our kiss I reached down and picked her up pinning her against the wall I slid my cock into her oh so. She has to stop for a moment, toes curling against the imported travertine, her face screwing up into a tight expression.Letting out a shuddering breath, she pops the cork from the bottle and pours a generous serving. She leaves the bottle and corkscrew on the kitchen island and sashays back to the bedroom, through the quiet, dark apartment, glass in hand.The candles are flickering under the soft breeze produced by the air conditioner, throwing shadows along the full wall of windows across from.