She didn't masturbate, of course, she didn't dare confrontthat. There was an urge, but it intimidated her, whispered to her of frighteningdarknesses w...thin herself, a gateway to her own wells of shame. And she certainlydidn't go on the net. But she did drink a big glass of orange juice before going to bed.... * * * * * * * * * * Lynsey woke like a car crash, a sudden jarring rush of consciousness whereshe snapped out of utter blackness to jarring, screaming wakefulness. She woketo rushing. She knew that he must have seen the card by now. The writing, simple and direct, below a photo of her lying on a bed without a stitch of clothing on her body, except a nice red silk bow over her pussy...waiting....not the first photo she'd sent him. After the night at the beach, they hadn't seen each other which left...other forms of communication.Emails and texting...he didn't write much about his work, for security reasons. Her life was pretty dull what with sorting plants on shelves all day. Fuck! I knocked on the first one and an old woman answered. Damn! I didn't say anything but knocked on the second one. A man answered!! Shit, where was she?! The first door unlocked and the door opened slowly. The gf was in there trying her best not to laugh after tricking me with her old woman voice.I joined her in the cubicle and we locked the door. We didn't say a word as we heard the man next door leave. She undid my belt and zipper and pulled my pants down. I was rock hard now.She. I was loving it the way tension was building inside her and in the moment. So I slowed my movements now. I slowly leaned towards her and told her to take her sandals off and she did and then suddenly pounced on me as she came back.We fell on the bed on my back kissing profusely. She was so wild she tore off my half-undone-shirt and my banyan. I whispered to her as I kept on kissing her all over her face to slow it down. She was in no mood to listen. She was next rubbing my Volcano now. My Mt..