..My own cock already getting stiff as a rock..."If you keep going I will cum!" he said...and I stopped...I had to know what getting fucked would be l...ike...and his huge dick was turning me on...I didn't know if I would have another chance...or when the chance might be...I stood up , stroking his cock lightly , not able to look him in the face..."If you wanted to do more...I wouldn't say no..." I told him . "Are you sure? have you ever done this before?" , "No , never...but I want to try...I. .your fingers did feel wonderful on my nipple." I leaned closer and asked him about himself. We whispered to each other, leaned close like that, for quite some time. I had learned that he was from England originally, but where my layover was, was where he lived now. After talking like that for awhile, the sexual tension was building up between us. We both felt it, especially since he had already touched my breast so intimately. Eventually he softly asked, "can I touch your nipple again? I love. . I mean we could always count on each other for anything, right? ... Well, sometimes ... I hope that commitment to each other exists today ... there's no one near here in Greenville that I can count on the way I used to count on you ... We were close and knew everything about ... I have a delicate situation ... I hope you'll help me?"His silence after posing the last question, I took as an invitation to answer. "George, I'm here because I still feel close to you. I've lost contact with some of. It’s a surprise. I think you’ll love it.”We drove on with the radio playing quietly for a bit, then I turned onto a narrow dirt road crowded by trees on either side.“This looks promising,” she laughed.“Just wait, you’ll see.” When the trees let up suddenly, I let myself smile at Monica’s sharp gasp. We had pulled into the parking lot of a secluded restaurant. The building itself was set back against a hill with a small natural amphitheater next to it, while the dining area was set out on a.