’ * * * Stephanie inserted the key in the door and wearily let herself inside her small apartment. With its one bedroom, one bathroom, tiny kitchen ...and almost non-existent living room it was all she could afford on her salary. She wasn’t a big fan of living outside of her means and had no credit cards. Debt at least was one thing she didn’t have to worry about. Besides her apartment might be on the small side but she had decorated in a simple and elegant style. The earth tones were soothing and. The chair wobbled again and her grip tightened and I could feel her face pushed hard against my bare arse, “Have you got me?” I asked and she muffled some kind of reply that was totally ineligible as her face was so tight, her hands were now pulling at my hips and I felt her tongue deep into my crack prodding at my hole, I had to let out a sigh as I felt her warm tongue and knew that my cock was now hard as the chair steadied and her hands rubbed around my cheeks pulling them apart exposing my. I was almost instantly rock hard. At only 5" rock hard, I wasn't exactly 'packing' a weapon. I tried to forget about the message, and play it off as just another fantasy, but it haunted me. Sometimes three times in a day, I'd find myself looking for a quiet discreet spot to relieve myself. In bathrooms at work, in my apartment, in a bathroom in the mall even. The image was burned into my mind.I should tell you, I'm 28 yrs old, single, at 6'2 I'm fairly tall, and in pretty good shape. One night,. Anyway, I switched off the torch and layback to enjoy at least a comfortable bed.Just then the rain started and it beat down hard on the roof of the van and sounded as though it would come right through. Bang! Crash! A clap of thunder sounded, which seemed to be right above us. On hearing this I suddenly felt Jane up tight against me, with her right breast pressing against my chest, her whole body shaking like a leaf and she was gibbering again in what language I do not know.Now feeling a warm.