You head back to the suite to change and prepare for dinner you feel refreshed and stressed free. You head down to the dinning room where a waiter is ...tanding at the entrance he ask for your name and looks it up in the guest book to confirm you are who you say you are, he smiles then shows you to your table. The setting is glorious soft music, candles, pleasant company what else could a girl ask for. You called over the waiter as you are now ready to make your order once finished a violinist. I wanted to show him. I would feel a very powerful girl if I did notice he was interested in my body, maybe Id even agree to let him pop my cherry, even knowing very well it was utterly wrong. Age problem, and he was married, and father of my dear friend, just to name a few. But the fact it was so wrong… made it much, much better. Juicy, to say the least. And I had to control the urge to tell him I was naked and horny and Id agree to let him see me if he wanted. All he had to do was ask. And. I wanted to fuck, as I stood in my netted stockings only, leaning against the metal frame of the bus shelter, all my clothes on the bench, I began fingering myself, to relieve the most powerful sexual surge I had ever felt in my body, I wanted to cum before the bus did, but a car did, and stopped, to watch this naked young woman masturbate herself.I remember his words, as his offside window went down, "Get in love if you need some help with that".Three minutes later I asked him, "Where are we. “Are you still dreaming?” he laughs softly. You know you’re not. “Do you want me to stop, my beautiful Princess?” he breathes softly into your ear. You, of course, put two and two together, “Dave?” Again as if you can hear him smile, “Yes, baby it’s me”. You realize you have never heard his voice before. It’s deeper than you expected, but in a sexual way. You can hear its warmth that is inviting and promising. You ask in wonder, “what are you doing?” he replies with the feather along your rib.