Janie walked up to the trail to the lodge again. She remembered the waiter that smiled at her. He looked to be about twenty-five. Tall and very dark s...in, probably Columbian. Her pussy was begging for more. She spotted him as she walked in the lodge. She smiled at him and he returned the gesture. Walking over to his work area she sat at one of his tables.With a thick Portuguese accent, he asked, ”What can I get for you miss?”She squirmed in her seat. The crotch of her shorts was soaked with the. " Oh." She was obviously disappointed."Tell me," I said, changing the subject. "What does Barlow see in Spangler?" Stephen's a smooth talker," said Burton.It was going to take time to get used to calling the teachers by their first name. I had to remember that I was a teacher too."Caroline's only been married for a few years," Granger said. "She's going to mess it up." So why go with Spang ... Stephen?" I said."He's a ladies man," Burton said."Or thinks he is," cracked Flagstone, causing the. ‘You’re supposed to make me happy, but it looks like I am making you happy. Nothing wrong with a little mutual benefit.’ ‘No, you are correct, I am here to make you happy first,’ you say as you walk over to her. You stand close to her and stare into her beautiful eyes. ‘Would being touched make you happy?’ ‘Yes, it would.’ You slowly reach down and touch her lower back and pull her in close to you. Softly and slowly you run your hands up her back over her bra strap, caress her shoulder blades. It was rather chilly outside and the patio was deserted. As he took a long pull from his cigarette and sucked it in, he heard soft footsteps approach from behind. Looking over his shoulder, he saw one of the women from the party walking toward him. Sensing no threat from her, he turned back and continued enjoying his smoke. The young woman walked up next to him, and stood close enough to make him raise an eyebrow and glance over at her. She was a few inches shorter than him, with long, dark-red.