I didn’t know what had come over me. I moved onto my mattress on the floor, and we continued talking. It was weird, but we didn’t feel guilty at a...l, or regret anything. We kept talking about how we liked it, and pretty soon the flirtatious sexual tension was getting stronger. As we kept talking, she suddenly said “shit, stupid silk pillows making me sensitive”. That was breaking point for me. Just knowing how turned on she was started driving me crazy, “shit” I said “don’t say stuff like that,. He pointed at a group on the 2nd floor balcony, and said the blond on the left. He went to the beer truck, and I went straight for the pussy. I am in no way a cocksman, but a sure thing is a sure thing. I walked up to the group of well dressed people, put my arm around the shoulders of the lady, and asked the stupid question, “Where have you been all my life”?, pulled her around, a little against her will, and walked down the stairs to the waters edge in the darkness. I kissed her. Her nipples were still hard and aching as she looked at them. “What the fuck is that” she exclaimed as she went closer to the mirror to inspect the marks. Dumb founded by the marks she just figured she didn’t notice them before and chocked it up to the boxes of her clothes she carried up stairs. “I need to get laid soon I guess” she laughed at herself. “i guess all the stress of getting this house has got to me.” She finished drying off and hanging the towel back up she walked nude to her. "You know why we are here. I want to fuck the arse off you" and he patted my thigh as he drove out of the station.I decided to play slightly submissive and did not say "I hope you are good enough to fuck the arse off me" as I was thinking but instead said "whatever you fancy." He grinned at this and drove fast through the traffic. Eventually we came to a car park belonging to a block of flats near Regents Park and he grabbed a briefcase and told me to follow him. He walked quickly to the lift.