Until today, the highlight of this admittedly rather one-sided relationship had been the time I managed to sit directly opposite her and spent the ent...re journey stealing surreptitious glances over the top of my newspaper at her globes delightfully jiggling up and down from the motion of the train.This morning, I had been pleased to see a vacant place next to her and had slid into it with alacrity. I soon regretted my choice of seat, however, as the journey progressed and my trouser bulge. Debbie was the one that all the guys always wanted.I wanted to be the girl that somebody lusted after. I didn’t care that he was old enough to be my grandfather. I wondered if he would be a good lover. I wondered if he’d be a tiger in bed. He had to have a ton of experience.“Sure, I’d love to go with you.”“Great. We will take a cab to my hotel. You can get your car tomorrow. Shall we?”Tim and I walked outside. He called a cab to come and get us. It was just a quick drive to his hotel. I. I was aware he stared at such a young age, but we grew up with that culture of nudism. It was not sexual but there were time when it clearly was, like when I was having a quiet session in my bedroom on my computer with a shared online masturbation session and did not realise he was standing in my doorway watching me rub myself silly and talk trashy sex.I know he has not forgotten that morning and why should he, it was not intentional on my part for him to watch me jack off to a stranger but it. It is a peaceful place, tourist buses stop here a couple of times a week and there always seems to be a few holidaymakers in the caravan park all year round. But this all changes around Christmas. For several weeks every summer my small town explodes into a hive of tourism. The caravan park is booked out, usually many months in advance, as is the hotel as well as local football oval which becomes a makeshift, tent only, camping ground. Market stalls and a small carnival always seem to magically.