I watched for her but she never came into my line of sight again. I sat there fantasizing about all sorts of delicious moments. After my meal I decide... to pass through the bar on my way to my room to see if the couple was still there. To my surprise they were and I froze in midstep sitting down in the first available table. I hoped they didn’t notice my clumsy but effective maneuver. I ordered a drink and watched them satisfying my voyeuristic sexual urges. “You’re pathetic”, my moral inner. He looked back at her, then down at Anne. Anne curled tighter into a ball on the floor, but could not quite tear her eyes away. His trunks were fastened with strings at the sides. Deftly, he unfastened one side, then the other. Turning his back on the two women, his hand over his crotch, he pulled the back half forward through his legs, exposing his tight hard-muscled buttocks. For a second or two, he made some rearrangements at the front, then his trunks fell to the carpet and he turned to. He walked around behind me and said those dishes can wait I can't. Really I said. He walked up and I could feel the heat of his big dick even before it touched my ass, and as he stepped forward I opened my legs to let him in and he slid all the way past my nutsack and I clamped my legs around him. He started kissing my neck and pinching my nipples which makes my ass and cock twitch, I think they are all wired together! I kept squeezing him with my thighs and soon he was starting to drip he said. I’m thinking over the conversation because the two women I trust in my life were plotting to betray me. They had both gotten drunk, even though I asked that no alcohol be served.I am John Carmody, I am 33 now, almost 6’ tall, slightly underweight at 145 lbs. I am a very successful author of young adult stories, and ‘bodice rippers’ romance and some other kinds of novels. I use different pseudonyms for different genres of stories. My names besides my own are Gary Croswell for my young adult.