He grinned when she arched towards him, whimpering as he denied her his touch and moved his hands to push the black shirt off of her. It fell to the f...oor in a flutter of silk and pooled on the floor. He realized then that somewhere along the way they had both lost their shoes and he chuckled.Soon all thoughts of lost shoes were forgotten when he felt her fingers nimbly start to unbutton his shirt, the brush of her fingers against his skin made him shudder. Her palms skimmed up his chest, once. Let me adjust your back side he said. He inserted a finger from behind inside my panty and pulled it a bit more down.My ass crack would have been seen by him. My voice cracked as I told him that’s enough. But he was in no mood to stop. He came in front of me and he was able to see faint hair growth above my panty. I stood paralyzed. He again went behind me and smacked my ass.He was playing with me and this panty is too tight for you, he said. It is leaving an elastic mark around your hips. He. I pause in a long tube like corridor, rubbing the tip of my cock with my thumb. The flesh coloured walls are lined with ribbed and veined neoprene which seems to throb in time to the music. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my penis begin to flush with blood in anticipation. I give a little pull on my fledgling erection and walk quickly along the corridor towards the pounding rhythms beyond. My cock stiffens with each stride, swinging before me, like a fleshy antenna, pointing the way until. ”“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”“It is. Let’s pack.”Packing takes longer than unpacking. Rachael made that observation several times. I didn’t comment. She had a plan in mind and was executing it. I wondered how she’d approach sex.An hour of packing in increasing heat made me sweat. Finally done, I went and sat on the exposed bedrock, leaning back against a huge freeze-thaw-loosened boulder.Rachael meandered over to me and handed me a bottle of water. She sat next to me and leaned in. I.