I made Erika get up two more times. Both times the results were similar. Men stare at Erika and the women get nasty about it. Finally, I got bored and...we decide to pay and leave.In the parking lot I hear someone yelling at us and running up to us.As the mystery stranger gets closer I recognize the man. So does Erika. It was Tom. The guy from Victoria Secret."I thought you looked familiar," Tom says,"You remember me?" Tom, right?" I said."Yeah," Tom says and then focuses his attention at. I forgot my towel and I called for her to get my towel she handed me a towel and started walking back I tried to check my luck and asked her if she will rub my back as I’m unable to reach it properly. She was ok with it and she got inside the washroom she lifted her saree a bit so that it won’t get wet. Seeing her smooth legs and cleavage I had a boner and she noticed it and she smiled said that I’ve grown up.I nodded and she asked me to sit on a stool so that she can rub my back. I sat down. Patience. Persistence. Foreplay. Gradual growth and teasing. Dirty pictures. Almost dirty pictures. Dirty thoughts. VERY dirty thoughts. All without judgement and with total understanding and respect of desires and boundaries. At least the ones that weren't meant to be pushed. None of that could prepare for the actual excitement and rush of lust that was visible on both of your faces, and I am sure mine when I walked up in person. The first hug and handshake. The reality of the moment finally. I was not pleased thinking what might happen. I had heard about what happened on such evenings, and I hope Tom had not gotten any strippers or call girls to add to the fun.Susan assured me that they were only going out to dinner, then back to a hotel room to watch some porn, but how did she really know what her husband had planned for my soon-to-be husband?She and I went out to dinner ourselves, to a quiet Italian restaurant. By the time we had finished our meal we had emptied two bottles of.