Not the hard, agressive, powerful look that plays across a mans face. But soft and almost helpless in its intimacy and beauty. I close my eyes and see...these flashes of pure sensuality and sexuality. Its Ok to write these things in this secret little space we are sharing at this moment. When I am done, I will return to the real world, and go about normal life. I will even know passion, and sex. But I don’t know if I will ever be able to experience the totality of sensuality that has been. “I do like boys, though,” she whispered, and moving over towards me, she grabbed my cock and began to jerk it herself, moving her hands up and down my shaft with expertise.Soon, her lips were tasting the cock in front of her, as she moved her head down to suck on it, her lips teasing the end of my cock, her tongue licking its way down the shaft. Her blowjob was bringing me to the edge and as she started to deep throat my cock, taking my full 9 inches in her mouth, she made me ever closer.. Not when you asked me to take my shorts off. It just isn't right.' The image of her coddled labia flashed through my mind to my cock. 'But you have underpants on, don't you? They'd be like the bottoms of a bathing suit.' We both knew it wouldn't be the same depending upon how sheer they were. But that wasn't what she was scared about either. She was scared that her vagina was in there too. She touched her colorful belt buckle, with all the rhinestones, fiddled with. " We walked down a hallway where the bathroom was. The door was locked. She let me know that waiting wasn't an option. After opening 3 more doors in that hallway we found a bedroom, unoccupied, with its own bathroom. I walked her through the bedroom to the bathroom, turned on the light for her, and made sure she was in ok. I was going to pardon myself and leave when she said, “Would you mind standing guard till I'm done? This sliding door doesn't have a lock on it." I thought to myself.