Who knows? With a little luck, this might deepen the connection between us. Four days later, after two glasses of wine at dinner that I drank too quic...kly, I said, "I've been having some unusual thoughts lately." "What do you mean?" Relying on my liquid courage, I said more boldly than I realized I would, "I've been thinking a lot about sex." "Really? Tell me more." He sounded like he wanted to be supportive, but I couldn't help thinking, "How typical a response? What male who still had a pulse. Sue’s eyes twinkled. ‘I’m not sure I should say. We’ve only just met and it might be a bit embarrassing.’ I was liking her already. ‘Don’t worry about my sense of humor. I can take it, Sue.’ ‘Okay, Stan told me you stayed here last night. My bed doesn’t look slept in. I doubt you slept in Stan’s room so…’ Dina giggled and they both stared at me. I felt the burn of a good blush and tried to fight it off. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Hold up! We slept together but nothing happened.’ Hmmm. I’d heard that. I continued to ride her for a minute or so, but the end of my knob was now super sensitive, and I just had to stop and withdraw from her, as I thought I might piss myself. She was quite critical of my poor performance, although she did understand that I was extremely turned on. However, she pointed out in no uncertain terms that if I failed to service her properly once I had recovered, and make her come at least once before coming myself, then she would be putting me over the back of the chair. But while listening to a lecture around 11:00am her mind wanders back to the pool deck from last night, "were those boys staring at me or not?" When the conference broke for lunch she had a quick bite then said "screw it, time to visit the pool deck again and see if those boys are there. Did they really notice me? Know there was more than 1, but was it 2, 3?" she couldn't remember. Pool deck was less crowded at mid-day than the evening. No sign of the same boys. She rubbed some suntan lotion on.