I squeezed my legs around him and cried out his name once again.
	He unleashed a torrent of hot come into me and collapsed on top of me with one final whisper, I love you...
	Sun, sea and oh yes sex.
	He didn't say a word though, just pushed an envelope into my hand and left.
	Putting it quickly into my handbag by the time mother came back all was back to normal.
	In desperation, wanting desperately to say something I shook as on the back of his story I wrote a big thank you.
	My mind was nowhere else either all evening, and our eyes kept meeting as mother was trying to hold a conversation with me.
	He wrote so nice, not a bad word in his story again even though wish I had decided to read it alone in my bed that night.
	He had told me how lovely I was and the things he wanted to do to me.
	Well it was called cunnilingus in my day, and I was a bit old to worry about babies.
	Felt in a mellow mood that night, a bottle of cold wine by my side and the wind now had began to blow cooler as well.
	It was him, that silly man had parked himself outside our apartment and must have been drowning in the rain.
	After an anxious wait he appeared again and walked over to the beach once more.
	Mum will here. I mouthed to tell him in mime language; all he could see was me waving my head in a negative manner.
	Becoming frightened now as he walked back to below my balcony, he was again gesturing with his phone.
	With the lightning now lighting up his phone number I decided to see whether I could text him. Be quiet..
	MUM!! I wrote and sent it.
	Couldn't see what he was doing, but was anxiously waiting to hear my mobile tell me I have received a text message.
	No. I replied.
	Another bleep a while later and he asked again, saying he was gong to sit there all night otherwise.
	He must have thought I suffered a stammer, or worse was as nervous as a young kid at Christmas.
	So sending a half a composed message I phoned his number.
	He was still out in the rain as he answered and I could hear him shouting down the phone.
	It was a lifetime waiting to see whether he was going to come to find me.
	So suggested he come up to my apartment and wait at the door for me.
	Again putting my finger to my lips telling Mark to wait a while I quietly opened the door.
	Even mother was in a good mood and she had no chance of wiping my beaming smile of my face either.
	Pushing mother to the disabled toilet had my sinister mind working overtime.
	To get to the disabled toilet we had to go past the other toilets and the disabled one was at the very end of the corridor.
	It was large, quiet and had a secure lock on it.
	Before mother could get back I had walked over to Mark, we kissed and I gave him the piece of paper.
	But that kiss was so special and it made me feel like a naughty kid again knowing I was going to get one up on my mother.
	Will be in the disabled one... love you...
	With that mother came back and I pushed send and doing so heard Mark's phone give him the message.
	The excitement was really something else and mother really didn't exist now as I was preparing myself for what was to come.
	I tried to wait, but couldn't, my nerves were telling mother something was wrong.
	That would have been the ultimate sacrifice and something I really wanted to do.
	I didn't of course, with my luck Mark would have had a heart attack and mother would have come to see where I was.
	He took an eternity to come, but finally the bolted door was pushed and a whisper from outside told me it was him.
	Sex couldn't have happened so quickly.
	Mark tried hard to control himself, but I wouldn't allow him as our love making heightened still further.
	Every limb on my body was engulfing Mark as my sensitive nerve ends felt his erection twitching deep within me.
	Suddenly Mark was a heavy heap on top of my body, both of us breathless and unwilling to talk.
	Broken, torn, and lifeless is that poor child.
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	If Louise's pubic mound were pressed any more closely to my prick I would be inside her.
	The music was slow and the lights were dim on the dance floor.
	It must have been for the benefit of the board members that they had had a cabaret act on this evening.