Several times we were brought back to reality when the horn blared or the taxi stopped abruptly. We stopped making out in the taxi when our heads hit ...nd we almost hit the window between the driver and us. Thankfully my tent was folded before we got to the hotel. Shelley jumped out of the taxi at the hotel dragging me into the lobby. She ran for the elevator as I retrieved our room key and held it until I got in. Once inside she was all over my body with her hands. She was one voracious,. We chatted lightly until she suddenly shocked me with a very blunt question.“Are you gay?”“Ah… no… I thought you had noticed…” My voice trailed away into silence.“Yes, I did spot the beginnings of some movement in your pants.”“Oh, I’m so sorry, my apologies…”“And,” she went on relentlessly, “I could feel your eyes willing my top to blow open.”“I am so embarrassed. A true gentleman should never—””No problem,” she interrupted. “I just wanted to make sure you’d appreciate this.”Before I could add. She was in her mid 20s.Dressed in a grey colored loose pullover like top, sleeveless and underarms a bit low cut and loose, and white leggings she had the curves enough to attract attention of any passerby. I returned her smile and pointed my index finger ahead of me, as if asking her if she too was heading ahead and needed a lift. She nodded and replied to me the same way, without uttering a word, as if saying ‘yes’. I turned my head aside and signaled again asking her to hop on.She walked. .The latex gloves fondling my aching balls, fingers squuezing and tugging as he hungry, made up lips worked my shaft.Her moans were driving me crazy and it was everything I could do not to empty in her throat right there.I remember trembling when I walked up the stone path to the front door. 29 and married for 6 years, but here I was about to knock on the door of a man dressed in womens under wear. A year of shameful and guilt wracked wanks to sissy and tranny porn, watching those soft cute.