My condition was impossible to conceal. I was stretched out on a towel on the deck of my best friend’s summer house, and I was naked except for a very brief, skintight bathing suit. For the past half hour, my new land-lady, Denise, and I had been having a very erotic conversation, and my erection would have been impossible to miss from fifty feet away. I’d noticed Denise glancing discreetly at the rigid bulge at my crotch. She was sitting cross-legged about five feet away, dressed in a bulky terry-cloth robe that totally concealed her beautiful body.

Denise is a stunning, dark-haired actress in her late twenties, and I wanted her from the moment she appeared in a tiny string bikini for our first trip to the beach. I felt that my attraction to her was reciprocated on some level, but I also sensed that she... Read More