‘Let me check my panties.’ A beat. ‘Oh yes.’ ‘Oh God.’ I could tell that he was way ahead of me. ‘Oh God.’ ‘Don’t you wanna save...yourself for our date?’ ‘Missy, I can go all night long. Oh God! Ohhhhh…’ ‘Hello?’ ‘Oh God, that was so good.’ ‘Sounds like my work is done here,’ I giggled. ‘You are so hot, baby!’ ‘And we haven’t even met.’ ‘Don’t worry, we will. Where can I take you for dinner?’ ‘Hmmmm…there’s a nice restaurant at my hotel.’ ‘Where are you staying?’ ‘The Interconti.’ . "I actually blushed at his suggestion. Bending down, I gave his damp cock a little kiss."I'm flattered, but she doesn't have one of these," I responded.We dressed quietly, I without panties. No problem; it wasn't the first time that I'd gone that way. Erotic, actually. When we returned to the bar, Ric must have given Frankie some kind of signal. She gave me a friendly smile but nothing aggressive. After a few more beers, I got up to leave. Frankie came over and gave me a hug. She whispered in. ‘Thank you, but the damage is already done. Skiing accident when I was twelve years old. My back now has a slight bend that the traction couldn’t fix.’ Karen winced as I explained, the smile returned soon enough though. ‘Skiing sure sucks doesn’t it?’ I thought for a moment, before mentioning that skiing didn’t suck but rolling down the hill only for a tree to stop me from going any further sure did. Karen looked like she wanted to be sick about then. I had to leave, seeing those bruises on her. Our tongues were roughly tasting one another, exploring every part of our mouths. I broke our kiss, panting, feeling out of control. "Michael-" Nate, it's ok," he said resting his forehead against mine. "How do you feel?" I freaking love this feeling." Kissing is almost my favorite part, Nate. It can set the mood for fucking. Can be slow..." he said and leaned in for a gentle, soft kiss. "Or fast and passionate..." he continued, mashing his lips hard against mine and deeply tonguing me. I don't.