She had brown hair also, abeit a little lighter than my own. She was maybe five foot nine inches. "I hope you can play hard."I walked towards her, a...nd extended the drink to her. "A woman driving a Ferrari is too good to be taken by wine." Oh, such a romantic." She had a talent for sarcasm. "What, no drugs?" Afraid not." Confident, I see." She drained the glass in one drink, and dropped it onto my carpet. I blinked. "And loaded."I too another step towards her, and drained my glass as. 'Maybe you can show me on me,' I think about saying.She unpeels the banana and wraps her luscious pink lips around it, taking a bite out of it. I can only watch her in stunned silence. She takes the condom wrapper from me and walks over to the trash can to dispose of it.She comes back and sits down next to me. “So, what are we watching?” she asks, taking another sensual bite of the banana.“I don’t know,” I reply, “I haven’t been able to find much on.”“Well we can always watch a movie,” she. His phone was in his lap, and the index finger of his right hand twitched as he thought about dialing her. What could he say? "I've got two weeks off and I'm dying to come see you?" She'd freak out. Nothing had been said about him ever going to see her. In fact, both of them had remarked on how they'd never see each other in person. That was a given. That they had any kind of relationship at all was a fluke, an accident of her urge to complain to a government she didn't think would even see her. Her limited experience in matters such as this leaves her in a mixed state of delight and trepidation, he only smiles and waits her choice. No demands or orders, only a offer silently made unto her. Piling her cloths on her harness bag, she moved next to him under their shared travel blanket. This close to someone again, along with the sounds coming from all about the fires crackle, blankets rustling along with cloths, flesh moving on flesh, breath controlled and soft with growing intimacies,.