At first, he didn’t see me. He was spending all his time looking left and right at the bush, which I didn’t want, particularly in this stretch of ...rail. I wanted him to focus on the obvious, me. And ignore the subtle, where I had rubbed out the tracks we had made earlier. I had to make this look good. So, just loud enough to be heard, I yelled out, “Shit.”Immediately fatso’s attention shifted to me. I gave him long enough to know it was me, and I took off. It was only a glimpse, but I knew it. Unable to resist, I open my eyes and hit the call button again. This time I’ve turned off the light above me. “How may I be of service Miss?” He once again states. “It’s a bit chilly in here. May I have a blanket please?” And once again he quirks his dimpled smile, but this time more knowingly. Did he just wink at me? No, I must be seeing things. He was back promptly and unfolded the blanket for me. But instead of just handing it to me, he leaned in and draped it over me. I distinctly felt his. Joe slows and finally stops the stimulation to her pussy. Softly cupping it with slow and gentle rubbing from the outside while massaging one and then the other breast as she slowly slides down from her orgasm. Slowly recovering her breath and lowering her heart rate.He moves up her body, kissing her breasts and nipple, neck and finally her lips. He raises his head, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Nikki.”“Oh, God, Joe. That was amazing! Thank you, thank you.”“Should we continue or was that. She'd give us directions like: "Turn, you know, like, thatway, when you get to the big thing." Then she'd giggle.After about ten minutes, we suddenly happened upon another outlandishlydressed woman. This one in nothing but a bra, panties, heels, and a longtrench coat made of transparent plastic. Sweetie suddenly shrieked with gleeand started waving frantically and pounding on the window."Honey! Honey! Over here, it's Sweetie! Over here!"The other girl, 'Honey' apparently, shrieked herself and.