"Yes, but not that tired."

"When are you moving in with your brother and sister-in-law?" That was one of the reasons he'd ended up in Reedsport. He was a diver by profession, but he didn't know anybody at the dredging company, the latter a white lie to allay any fears about him drifting that Marleen Franklin might have had. But Gloria knew some people, including her brother, and Reedsport was an excellent town in which to find a job, so when she had said she was heading south, Preston had decided to go along. Nothing to lose – he'd just been blackballed from the union in Portland.

"Tomorrow," she replied. "But let's think about tonight."

He laughed again and let his hands rove further down, around her slender waist and onto the roundness of her quivering buttocks. The shorts were so tight that he could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath – there wasn't the tell-tale ridge of elastic.

"Don't you ever wear panties?"

"I can't afford to lose any more of them, and you keep ripping them off of me," she said and pouted in mock anger. "I'm down to Saturday, Sunday, and Monday." She was talking about the set of French Day-of-the-Week panties that he'd bought for her as a present some time ago. "Thursday was torn beyond repair."

"Sorry about that," he chuckled and kissed her. Her lips were parted and wet, and she did some wild motions with her tongue, making him suddenly feverish with desire, and she ground her pelvis into his loins, her pubic mound pushing circularly against his penis, which grew hard with impending lust. He began to breathe harshly, and then with the coyness of her teasing ways, she broke his clasp and stood back, letting her wet pink tongue slowly moisten her soft, full lips. Provocatively, Gloria unbuttoned her blouse and let him gaze lewdly at her burgeoning globes which trembled in their barely sufficient halter. She let her blouse hang open, and then she unbuttoned his shirt and she pressed her warm breasts against his naked chest, writhing a little as she kissed him ardently.