.. hi..." She groaned inwardly, ashamed at her poor social skills. 'My gosh, ' she thought to herself, I can't even evoke a simple sentence in English.... She cast her eyes down, feeling foolish.Ken was surprised at how embarrassed Marta got over his introduction. He put his arm down, waiting for her to respond. He had the chance to let his eyes dance over the full mounds of her breasts, her tight stomach, and legs, before she finally looked up. Fuck was she built. He looked quickly into her eyes. Too screechy.“Bring any other music?” I asked.“Nope, just the one,” she nodded toward my car stereo.“Great,” I said flatly.“We can go another round without?”“We could,” I said with eyebrows raised.“Go ahead,” she said with a touch of disappointment.I reached forward and leaned over my seat, popping the tape out to the preset radio station.‘Gonna Make You Sweat’ from C+C Music Factory was just starting up.“Perfect,” I grinned predatorily. “I hope you’re ready to sweat.”“Oh my,” Mandy answered. “Oh, yes please.” She started easing into me,back and forth a little bit at a time as she gently played in the opening, teasing relentlessly what wasto come. The waves of new sensations washed over me in ever increasing intensity; excitement andpleasure building and peaking in ways that I had never known as she entered deeper and deeper witheach motion. “That's it, feel my cock inside you.” I realized my moaning had become muffled as I wasburying my face in the pillow, my hands gripping the. Marie had slipped her jacket over her shoulders when we left the car, but removed it again as we were seated in the bar. I sat across from her, at the small table in the booth. I heard her shoe drop as she shifted in her seat and soon felt her nylon covered toes rubbing my lower leg. The barmaid approached and Marie ordered us each a glass of red wine. After she had returned with the drinks, Marie searched for her cigarettes and her lighter. ‘Now, then,’ she began, ‘here’s the story. As you.