I don't know the spell to remove the silvering," I told him."What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" I asked next."I might ask the same... question of you," he replied, not answering mine."We came here a few months ago to study. It's very peaceful and quiet here ... at least it was until yesterday." Yes, on the way here, I passed several vehicles that had crashed and burned. There wasn't a lot left of them. That's where I got this metal bar," he told me holding it up."Can you have. I mumbled some kind of response and tried to not look at the hard-on he was displaying. But it was difficult not to look and I'm sure he knew he was turning me on.He reached into his pack and handed me a beer. Not sure what else to do I pulled the tab and took a sip. He moved over a bit, told me his name was Tim, and said I should sit on the rock with him. I figured sitting to the side of him would make it easier for me to look at his cock without being obvious so I sat down and sipped a bit. She gasped under her breath as she felt his palm slide slowly along the profile of her buttocks, and his finger gently folding into the crease. Even more slowly, he stroked her there, to the base of her spine and the prolonged return to the top of her thigh. Then again, seemingly more slowly each time causing a nervous anticipation within her. His hand slipped down between her thighs, which she nervously moved slightly apart more as a response than a conscious act. He touched her briefly there. That one word describes his physique and presence. I find him intimidating and compelling but I'm trying to push that all aside so I can focus on this presentation.As I'm standing there gapping at him he gestures for me to take a seat and pulls up the material that I emailed him just before I came in.I sit in the chair that he indicated and open my own computer. My fingers don't want to cooperate. I fumble the keys while typing in my password. I keep my eyes down so I'm not looking at him and.