She held the match up and looked at Gwen, who held her match up and then nodded. Both girls held the flames to the tips of their cigarettes and sucked...on the ends until a deep red glow was coming from the tip. They took the cigarettes away from their mouths and blew out the smoke, wondering what all the fuss was about. That hadn’t been so bad, it was quite easy, in fact! Now for the hard part! Gwen and Angela moved almost in unison, each bringing a lit cigarette up to their mouths. Gwen sucked. I stripped off my shirt and shorts, and began to play with myself teasingly. As my stroking got more serious, I became aware that another person entered the booth area. He seemed to be pacing, milling around outside the door to my booth. I was getting annoyed, wishing the guy would just pick a booth and settle down. Then, came the knock: I was a little freaked out, and I ignored it. I just wanted to finish my business and get back on the road. When he knocked again, I opened the door a crack,. Taking one glance at me he put away one of the ceral plates, poured a large mug of steaming black coffee and thrust it into my hands. "Thanks..." I mumbled, sagging onto a chair. "My dear," he said lightly, "Didn't your parents teach you NEVER to drink whisky like that?" I just shook my head and sat there, wrapped in his towel robe and sipping the coffee. It helped. A bit, anyway. Enough for me to stagger back into the bed afterwards for a proper, and this time refreshing snooze. When I. Satisfied that it had potential, I took it to the changing room, stripped and put on the new skirt and the new top on. I pulled the top down as far as it would got and saw that I had about 15 centimetres of flesh showing.Doing another twirl I smiled at what I could see and noted that the straps on the top were in real danger of slipping off my shoulders. I decided to to go out of the cubicle and look at myself in the mirror at the other end of the changing room to get a ‘distant’ look at.