I kept glancing over at the railing where we used to stand. Even in the darkness, I could see her there like it was mid-morning.Would she even have to...ld me she was leaving if I hadn’t asked? Or maybe she wasn’t really gone. Maybe she just didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. More than a few thoughts of rejection went through my head as I stared off at the dark water while the three others talked.“We’re going to walk down to the end,” Lara announced.James stood up behind her. “Are you two. The models were able to ask guys to escort them and after a fewdrinks their escorts were hitting on anything with skirts. Before Imarried it was fun and it kept my sex life active but afterward I wantedto go home to my husband. It was becoming a strain on our marriage butthen when I became pregnant and was going to leave this job my husbandmellowed out." How often do they have parties?" At least once a week." Are they fun?" They can be. Just be careful though, more than booze is used and. ’ ‘Zach, I’m a virgin,’ I said, halting my dry hump. ‘Plus, I’m not on the pill, this is only our second date, we’re in this car, and—’ ‘Hey, calm down,’ he said. ‘I’m a virgin too, you know.’ I didn’t know, and found that hard to believe, what with his great looks and savoir-faire. Assuming he wasn’t just feeding me a line, I admired his honesty. Lots of guys wouldn’t be secure enough to admit that. Still, a part of me actually felt disappointed. Passion pulled me in one direction, my. Everything about her exuded sexiness, even her soft erotic voice, though she'd never admit it. Her body, nice and thick in all the right places and her ass, from what I gathered from various playful picture text messages, was divine! After months of chatting, I finally found myself outside of a bed and breakfast in the suburbs waiting for her car to pull into the lot. I'm a bit nervous, but even more horny and excited that we were finally meeting.I see her car pull up and I take a deep breath..