She arrived on time. We introduced ourselves, had a beer, and talked trivialities. She was a woman of average height, impeccably dressed, and very you...ng. Blond hair, blue eyes, of great Indian look, extraction I guessed, but hard to say for sure. Her name was Ruby. We quieted and the silence spelled business to come. Finally she said, “You are a very nice man, Andy. “That is true,” I replied “May I see?” I asked, looking at her curvy front & back lines. The beer had made me bold, I must say.She. " Not just a girl, you look like a sexy naughty girl, and what isimportant you like it. Look at you, you can't even stop checkingyourself, I bet that every day you are spending at least an hour infront of the mirror. All this small stuff, makeup, the jewelry,clothes, you like it all and you really enjoying the attention you aregetting. Tell me I'm not right!"I was still looking in the mirror when he said all of this. "I don'tknow, I just want to look good," I answered in a weak voice."Looks. . But I was hoping that her love for me would overcome those obstacles and she would be sucked into an even greater love because I wanted it "FOR HER" so much! Or did I? I wanted to see her squirm and I wanted to see her seduced! I wanted to see her excited and breathless... But I didn't want to see her actually make it with another guy! I WAS JEALOUS! But I didn't want to admit it! Maybe what it was, was that my thinking about her with another guy got me so excited that I wanted to see it but. I'd often used the mental image of his body, as fodder for my masturbatory fantasies. On many occasions I had imagined his strong hands pinioning me to my bed; as his hard cock plunged deep inside me, filling me with his hot come. Also, the thought of his come splashing over my belly and perky tits was more than sufficient to push me over the edge. Luckily, he had no idea of my taboo thoughts.I looked across the table at Chris; he was just so lush, was the best way to describe him. He was about.