After searching through many stories by so many authors, I told him I could not pick just one, but I could tell him what I liked best from some of the...m. I explained to him that reading of these women giving themselves over to someone was a major turn on for me. I had also read several stories and poems about sensual spankings, and these made my body tingle. Finally, I sheepishly admitted that the stories with bondage in them made me so hot I had to touch myself. He told me I was not to touch. "Charles was a friend. Some friend!" he said ruefully. "Anyway, he managed to turn the thing away from me and in the end everything blew over and no one suffered that much. I was absurdly grateful but he brushed it off saying that that's what friends were for and he knew I'd do the same for him if ever the need arose. We both graduated, went our separate ways and I never heard from him again until a couple of months or so ago when he asked me to meet him in York for dinner as he had a problem I. I wondered which of us she was fucking in her mind. It was for sure that John and my wife thought about each other now in sexual terms as well as professional. I mean hell, how could they not?For the first meeting Monday, the meeting with the picture of us fucking, Dani had dressed in a business suit. That wasn't the style at our office, we are pretty casual. For the second meeting she had on a bright light cotton sun dress, bare back, mid thigh. She looked damn good. I wondered if she had. Her breasts jiggled and her hips pumped to meet my hand. The orgasm hit her like the Caribbean waves socked the nearby shore, and she muffled a blissful scream. Both spent, and, soaked with oil, sweat and sex, we dressed and took the next powerboat back to our room at the resort on the main island. The cool air conditioning was refreshing and I headed for the shower to clean off. I wasn’t surprised when Patty joined me. ‘If we’re going to fuck and suck all week, let’s get you prepared for it,’.