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Anna masturbates to stories in her head.

I hoped she liked it, and she apparently did.

A tone point I saw a daddy long-legs spider crawling on her leg. I knew she was deathly afraid of spiders so I distracted her. I reached up and cupped her face in my hand in an intimate kind of touch, which shielded her view of the spider. With the other hand I brushed the creature off. We both jumped at my touch on her leg. I let my other hand drop and then answered her questioning look by telling her about the spider. She was thankful of my discretion, but remained very jittery. I think she was like that because of my touch, not the insect.

We ate our sandwiches and tossed a Frisbee around for a while, but the heat of the day became oppressive and we retreated to a shady area and stretched out on the blanket. I lay down first and she lay perpendicular to me with her head on my belly. I enjoyed her proximity, and I think she enjoyed mine. We lay there and watched the clouds for a while as I played with her hair, eliciting occasional sounds of appreciation from her and a constant smile. Her touch was so suggestive, as if we were on a predetermined path to some physical interaction and we were just marking time until it happened.

Eventually she sat up and propped herself up over me with an arm on the other side of me. We watched each other's faces for a little while and made small talk.

"This is nice. I like it here," she said.

"Me too. I'm glad we came here."

"Thanks for lunch. Anything I can do to repay you?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something."

"Probably. You really look good, you know? I'm serious, you obviously work out a lot."

"I do, at college. Not much opportunity at home since I work all the time. I'm lucky to have today off to spend with you."

"I'm glad you chose to give me your free time."

"Me too. I can't think of a better way to have spent this day."

"No?" She raised an eyebrow at me in a suggestive way.

"Well, maybe. But I figured this was good for a first date."

"And what's good for a second date?"

"I'm sure I can think of something."

"If you can't I can." Again, the double meaning was not at all veiled.

We continued this chatter for a while, probing with verbal hints at each other's desires. It seemed she was nearly as taken with me as I was with her, and by the time we had to leave I was having to hide the bulge in my pants. I had to go back to work that evening so it was with regret that I dropped her off at her house and watched her sexy ass walk away from me through the doorway.

I had to work morning and evening shift for the next 2 weeks and was unable to see Jane for that time. It was maddening, especially when I called her and she continued the word play. She was making it fairly plain that she wanted to be with me, though I was uncertain as to her final desires. I didn't know her well enough to speculate on her sexual activities. I was worried that she might be more smoke than fire, but I had to find out.

I was eventually able to get a full day off and I called Jane to set up our second date. I suggested another picnic, but told her I had not had time to make up the lunches so I would bring her back to my place and we could do it together. She quickly agreed, and I picked her up around 10 in the morning.

Again she wore a skirt. I knew she was showing off for me, as this one was shorter than the rest and was in danger of being a mini-skirt. It was black and tight and incredibly sexy. She climbed into the car with a look I could almost call mischievous, but said little as I drove her to my place.

We sat on the couch and talked for a while, and all the sexual tension was still there in full force. I was normally smoother than this, but for some reason she completely knocked me off balance and I was having trouble getting to the point. I hemmed and hawed about it for a while, even ascribing an accusation to the dog that even he wanted me to get on with it. So I did.

"Jane, I need to say something and

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