Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway….. ————————————...��—- Boyd sucked in his gut as he strolled along the beach edge, the surf occasionally wetting his sandaled feet. The sun drenched the sand and broiled off the bucketfuls of suntan oil lathered on the near naked bronzing bodies. It was New Year’s Eve at South Beach. Boyd strolled the entire length of the beach seeking out the topless section where he had been directed to. The look on his face as he explored a breast for the first time in his life would have been amusing if I wasn’t certain that I had the same exact look on my face yesterday.He must have memorized every pore on her perfect tit before he moved to its twin. I don’t want to give the impression that after only one afternoon I’m immune to her charms and totally in charge. I’m just as excited as they are. I’m anxious to get started with the fun and games; the fantasy stuff with the ropes and. He was still lying there amazed, when he heard the toilet flush. She came back into the room and looked at him.“You don’t play fair,” she said.“What?” He stopped thinking about what hadn’t happened, and came back to the present.“Lying there like that. You’re very tempting. But it would be very foolish for me to play anymore. This is the worst possible time. That’s probably why I couldn’t keep my hands off of you last night. So don’t tempt me. Get up and get dressed.”He still didn’t know what. He took a deep breath. "You don't know the whole story. Nobody does. That three girls in three nights stuff? That never happened. I had three dates in three nights. The last one was with Tara. She's the only one I ever slept with, though. She was, in fact, my first." We had been dating for a couple months, but we weren't exclusive. I dated other people. But she was the only one I ever slept with-like I said, that night was my first. And I asked her to go out with me that night. She said yes." I.