Samantha found it fascinating. To her it was wild, because she had never known such things went on. To further satisfy her curiosity she asked another... question.“So… are you looking for another woman that you can ‘fuck’ so that you finish your book?”“Yes, I am,” replied the man who looked at Samantha like he was looking at something peculiar.“Why, are you making an offer?” he asked, waiting for her to reply.This was it; the extraordinary moment that could lead to what Samantha had always dreamed. At each fence crossing she would hitch it high up her legs like some Victorian woman in a peep show revealing her tanned smooth legs above her pink socks in a most brazen way. More than once he’d caught a flash of the red lace of her knickers. They had lunch in a country pub washed down by several pints of beer. They only had 4 miles to go back to the car but the boozy lunch made them both quite lethargic and giggly. They set off but soon stopped on a hilltop to catch their breath and to admire. Your hands moved up to my shoulders, kneading my flesh until I felt my shoulders slump, feeling completely at peace even though I had not even known I was so tense. I reached for the shampoo and started doing my hair, as you did yours, and I realized that we weren't touching again. And frankly, it was killing me. My whole body was hyper aware of you just behind me, and I was dying to just turn around and touch you, kiss you, have you. I washed the shampoo out of my hair before I stepped out of. Trembling and quaking I squeeze my muscles to milk your cock and make you come in me with the power of a hurricane.Spent we both collapse onto the car and slowly separate, and begin to catch our breathe.Chapter 2Winding down from the peaks we had just climbed we slowly adjust our clothing and wordlessly pick up the basket and blanket. Hand in hand we walk back towards the beach to enjoy our picnic. I am content knowing that we are sexually compatible. I wasn't planning to be intimate with you..