We met on the internet so what if he wasn't the same as he portrayed to be? What if I was disappointed? What is he was disappointed? I felt my stomach...rumble again and it brought me back to reality. I placed the rose in the tall water glass alongside the other. I'd have a bouquet by the end of the week if he kept this up. I left my hotel room smiling, trying my best to remain positive despite the many, many negative things that tried to take over my train of thought. I pressed the button on the. When the hot tub timer finished I climbed out, opened my fourth beer and sat on a bench and leaned against the wall. As I was taking sips of my beer I began slowly stroking myself. I was incredibly hard. I knew for sure that I was going to stroke that thing off before I left here for my room. I was still fantasizing about Barbara as I stroked. Thinking about her sucking me and me kissing my way down to her thighs. Thinking about sliding into her pussy and satisfying her desire. Just then. We also discussed where we were going."How did you know I wasn't going to some play with my aunt?" It was the excuse I'd fed people when they kept pushing."Easy. She helps set up the food and drinks for every school function." His tone suggested it was obvious.Sure enough, Aunt Claire told me she'd be there all day to help the moms. I told her I wasn't going when she asked if I had a dress or date yet."Why not?" Claire seemed surprised."Dances aren't my thing and I don't dance anyway." That. She often walked here through the week while I was at work. A sales job allows me a lot of freedom of traveling locally. Being curious without any particular reason, I parked my car and watched her.My wife got out and stretched a bit, then walked off on a trail. I waited, and if she saw me I would say I was passing and stopped for a paperwork break. When she returned, she seemed to linger while watching the men's room. Finally she edged closer, pretending to stretch, until she was at the door,.