I sat down on the bench a mess - rock hard boner, nervous and embarrassed, but even so wondering if I had blown my big chance.Around the corner came J...hn, stark naked with a towel around his neck, and a boner that wagged side to side with every step; every step brought that magnificent dick closer until he stopped right in front of me, about two feet away. I couldn't tear my eyes away - face level and two feet away was seven inches of erect pulsing cock; perfect size, long but not too long,. .). He looked at me questioningly and switched to English. “Are you German? Or American? You have a nice accent, but I hear a slight foreign undertone. Most people would miss it, but in my business, it is important to place people.”“I’m American,” I said.“She’s an American student that accidentally followed me as I skied out of Zermatt. I had to bring her here.”“Welcome,” said the lady, smiling at me. “I am Anna Müller, I own this inn.” She turned to Thomas. “Unfortunately, we are fully booked. I was actually stroking my cock thru my pants I was so excited and I knew the other guys were too, we all seemed to be mesmerized by the incredibly erotic scene we were watching, a scene that my lovely wife was the star player in.The young masseur continued pounding his cock into my wife’s hairy pussy and we could tell both of them were getting close to a climax, Martha was really moaning and breathing hard and the young guy was pounding her harder and harder. Suddenly, Martha screamed out. ” She smiled at their compliment and heard them tell her not to drink too much. Marsha said, “I have a taxi coming, so I wouldn’t be drinking and driving.” Just then she heard the cab honking. She blew the girls a kiss and walked out the door.Marsha felt guilty, she was way beyond her budget and here she was spending recklessly on a cab and a few drinks. She saw the driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror and his smile let her know he could see up her dress. She felt naughty and slightly.