He introduced himself as David. He was a good dancer. The second dance was a slow dance and near the end of the song he pulled her close to him, press...ing her tits against his chest and he put his hand on her ass. She pulled it away and gave him a dirty look and sat back down at her table. David started to sit with her but she said, Thank you for the dance but I dont want you to join me. David went back to the bar. Shortly, the bartender brought her another drink and said it was from the man. Had she been fifteen or twenty years younger and not married he might just have proposed to her on the spot. Sex for her was play—it was supposed to be fun and she wouldn’t have it any other way. As he got to know her better over those three days he also discovered what a bright, well educated and funny woman she was. Without the incredible fucking, she would still have been a delight to do things with—to go out with—even at forty-five. ‘Do you ever get to Atlanta?’ She asked as she was getting. I was quite drunk and fairly out of it and it took a moment to become aware of Eleanor’s hand running up and down my thigh. I turned to her‘What are you doing Eleanor?’‘Alex, come on, let it happen’She leant in and my lips met hers. I slid my tongue inside and we began to make out intensely. I broke off and whispered.‘I think it is a bit to busy here’‘Yeh lets go somewhere more private’, she said, standing up and leading me by the hand through the arch.‘Where can we go Alex’‘Go through the. "Lauren was still wearing the Redskin jersey and I suspected nothing else. "I washed your clothes last night; I hope you don't mind ... they were pretty dirty." She looked up from the frying pan."No, I don't mind. Kind of a domesticated guy, aren't you?" Well when you live alone you have to be able to take care of yourself. They're still in the dryer." I tried to check but couldn't see anything and again I wondered if she had put on panties or was totally naked underneath the jersey. I figured.