It was his eyes: so purposeful, so masculine. I would have done anything, anything, any--"Anything," I said.He pulled me to his car and we traveled in... silence, but he held my hand and calmed my beating heart.His home stood alone, shrouded by trees and shrubs that were positioned with strategy. An unusually high wall enclosed a small garden with a swing and a coy pond. Following Steve in the fading light, I noticed the large bulge of his greasy jock; the sight of it concerned and excited me. His. The first thing he had me do was change into my workout clothes and put together my personal profile. He weighed me and asked all of the basic health questions. Then, much to my surprise because he is a guy, I had to stand there while he took all of my measurements. It was very obvious that he wasn’t going to be a wuss about it. His hands brushing around the sides of my breasts and his fingertips touching both of my nipples as he pulled the tape around. I thought I was going to die of. We got to talking about all things windsurfing and I learned that he was up for the weekend with his wife Annie. I asked where she was and he said she had gone off on a run. His name was Steve and he very much fit the stereotype of professional suit during the week and outdoors adventurer on the weekends. He was strong looking, tanned and had a nice laid back personality. I told him I was up for the weekend alone because my wife was traveling back East to visit with her daughter. He said that I. Looking around Sam felt he was in a good spot. Far enough away from Nancy that she wouldn’t be able to tell what he was up to, but close enough he had a good view of her body.Sam had always considered the self-professed lesbian to be highly fuckable. Possessing both an open flirtatious personality and a pair of knockers large enough to puff out her baggy work shirt. Sam regretted he couldn’t see more skin, but he really didn’t need Nancy naked to fuck her with magic.Nervously Sam glanced about.