I would be wearing these oldfashioned clothes the next day.The day of the wedding came. I woke up and took my bath and made myselflook as clean as pos...ible. Then I went to the chair where the clotheswere. I took a deep breath. I looked up to heaven and whispered, "whyme?" Then I picked up the underwear. They were clearly girl panties.They were white with a bow in the front and a flower with a rainbow. Ithrew them back on the chair. I looked in the mirror. I was naked andthis made me smile.. The room is at an uncomfortable temperature so I wrap a towel around my waist and head over towards the window to let in some cool air. Before reaching the window I picked up my clothes and grabbed my luggage, to put them inside of what I thought was a closet...oh to my surprise. What I thought to be a closet turned out to be an entry way to our own private balcony. Looking back I say: "Sarah look at this". You walk over very slowly still sore from being dug out against the dresser and pop your. ..I want to finish this. We can wait. I move to sit on your legs, and continue to move my hands over your skin. Your soft warm skin that moves under my touch, sometimes flinching, sometimes stiffening as the touch of this man you have met only once before continues to give you so much pleasure. I continue to move my hands over your tummy and my excitement builds as I get to your breasts. I take the bottle and drizzle more oil onto the mounds all over and around the nipples, the cool liquid. We used to still meet rarely in secluded places and make out a lot, but nothing more than that, since she was not alone at home anymore. And then I shifted to Bangalore and all stopped. But a few months after I shifted to Bangalore she got in touch with me again. We talked a lot about our amazing intimate sessions and how much more fun we could have had. Though we were over with each other, reason being different cities, we decided to plan a proper good bye. She said she could come to Bangalore.