There's more to itthan that."The woman remained impassive."I see someone who's been used," said the waitress. "Not used-up ... butmaybe starting to ge...t close. I see somebody who needs to be refreshed,rejuvenated, be made to live again. It's not over for you yet. There'sstill more minutes left in the game. But ... you've let it get to you toohard. You look older than I know you must be."The room was silent for another moment."Maybe you're right," said the woman finally. "I'll give you the silver. Studying it... taking my time... and consumed with passion for this cock. I took as much of the head and shaft in my mouth as I could. Sucking... running my tongue over the head... tasting more of his juice. I was only somewhat aware of him groaning in appreciation and feeling my satin covered bottom with his hand.I felt like the beautiful woman we see in porn movies... sucking with wild abandon. I was totally focused on his cock and giving it pleasure. His right hand was on top of my head as I. I liked the way her bottom looked in it, but kept that to myself, not wanting to freak out my new friend. After all, I knew that LA was one of the leaders of the country, and surely some girl from the sticks in Wyoming must be very different in many ways.We walked up and down the beach all afternoon. Talking about guys, playing in the water, playing games in the arcade, and the usual stuff. The first time she giggled and put her hand on my shoulder, I felt butterflies way down deep in my belly.. I open my eyes, his are closed, lost in the moment. He raises his hand to my chest, caressing it lightly, arousing me all the more. I lean down further, for full body contact, as our bodies entwine together, getting more and more aroused by the newness of it all. I move so that I am lying between his legs, he raises them, crossing his feet around my back. I giggle as we part lips, he smiles up at me, with the look of devilment that meant only one thing.He reaches for the knot holding my shorts.