He tried to put his hands on my back and tried to grope my right breast but he stopped after trying it once probably because anyone might see his hand... groping me through the window. Then he tried to go for my thighs, but since I was leaning on him it was hard for him. He tried to push me slowly towards the window but I still leaned on him and he couldn’t move me as much harder. Then he took my left hand and inserted it into his pants and underwear. My left hand felt the hairs he got and. “Yes?”“Well… they do say that down the far end of the beach we can see from our deck, there’s a designated nudist beach called Whiteford Sands. Fancy walking down there to check it out?”“I’d love to.” I wanted to add: “Maybe I might get to see you in the altogether,” but only blushed.Carla ran a hand up my thigh and giggled. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I think I can read your mind. As a matter of fact, I’d quite like an excuse to get a good look at the tackle hidden in those shorts of yours! You. I could feel him walking me backwards as we made out in the entryway of my apartment. By back hit the wall and I could feel his strength as he had me pinned against it. Our tongues exchanged saliva as his hands were all over my body. I could feel him rub his package against me as we kissed. His mouth moved to my neck and his hands to my hips. I let out a girly moan as he sucked on my neck. I moved one of my hands down to his package. What I felt was big! I could't hold my excitement back. I. Why don’t you come over about 7:30, if that’s not too late for you?”“7:30 sounds great,” he said with a slow smile. “I rarely leave work before six anyway. I’ll have time to go home and change into something more casual.”“And pack a bag to stay the night,” she insisted.“Sure,” he nodded.After putting the dishes in her sink, Elizabeth suggested, “Why don’t you bring the bottle of wine, and let’s go back to bed?”“Don’t you need to pack a bag?”“I’ll get to it,” she said with a grin. “But I need to.