After a while, getting stares on the street gets wearing.Not that people are usually hostile - most places we've visited, people are curious, but frie...dly. Still, it's a real relief to be just another couple rather than Exibit "A". Especially when you are just another couple.Over the years, you get to know all the stereotypes. It seems every possible combination has its own set, some more insulting than others. Perhaps we shouldn't complain; white male/asian female is one of the most common. She groaned, then answered. “Oh, yes, every bit of it. I wish you could have seen it all, baby. They fucked me so well.”“I wish I could too! I want to see!” I moaned as she jacked me harder. She laid back against the armrest, and I moved with her, pressing against her body.“Well, Friday you’ll get your chance,” she said, moaning as she spread her legs and lifted her skirt. Of course, she wasn’t wearing panties. I wondered if there was cum in her cunt. I slid a hand down and rubbed over her. I immediately zone in on her breasts, pale and freckly, C-cups I'm guessing. Her nipples are immaculate, areolas around two inches in diameter, beautiful reddish-pink complexion, incredibly perky and bumpy from the still damp skin and air-conditioning. She stops and with her swimsuit still wrapped around her midsection, dries her chest with a towel. Patting down and wiping, her breasts bounce freely and see them from every angle. She pauses and continues to pull the one-piece completely off.. A simple acknowledgement and greeting are what I receive. We raise a glass, and I toast to life’s small blessings.We carry on throughout the night. His company a welcome distraction for the evening. He does what a man is supposed to do. Listening when I want him to, while filling the void in conversation when needed. He doesn’t bore me with his insignificant daily conquests of the corporate battlefield. Where little boys go to play, thinking themselves men. Nor is he some halfwit reciting.