A few minutes later Mrs B came into Darren's bedroom dressed in a short towelling suit that had a zip all the way down the front.She came up to me and...took my head in her arms and placed a hand over my sweaty forehead and said to me that i look all pale and sweaty today and should maybe give the beach a miss and rest at home. This suggestion and her proximity to me made me even more nervous and aroused (now i was convinced she was hitting on me) and the thought of spending most of Sunday alone. I walked out the door and headed down the street to the bus stop.I walked around a little as I took the detour to get to the bus stop. It felt so exciting as I walked and finally got to where I was going. When I arrived I had to stand there for a while but I didn’t mind because I had fun waving to all the cars passing by as they honked at me and some even stopped to talk to me.Eventually the bus arrived and I got on, when I got on I noticed it was the same bus driver I was teasing before. I. Fingering the rims of them before slipping her fingers beneath it. She closed her eyes imagining his fingers there, stroking her especially where it would elicit shards of pleasure much like her own touch did now.She breathed harder, as she imagined him thrusting one finger inside of her, rubbing where pleasurable warmth would flicker and then intensify with the motion of his hand. He'd look at her, intent in his eyes as he tormented her with his fingers, inserting a second one inside of her. Jack posted an ad in craigslist personals, and we met a man through it. His name was Peter. We met with Peter at a local bar after he responded to our ad. We gathered in a booth and ordered drinks. It struck me odd to be meeting with a stranger for the first time with the knowledge that he might be exploring all of my womanly virtues before the night was over.I will admit I was a bit nervous meeting a stranger for the first time for sex. But there was also a high level of anticipation of seeing.