I knew you were here, and I've always thought you were hot. I like older guys. So..."Before my brain could process that information, she took a step f...rward, slipped an arm behind my neck, and kissed me.There's no describing the full extent of thoughts and emotions that ran through my head in that frozen instant when her lips first touched mine. My sense of propriety told me to push her away before it went any further. There was no denying how bad it would look if anyone who knew who she was. As the sauna warmed up the steam built and soon they were all sweating together as the toxins from the their beers fell off their bodies with sizzling drips onto the bamboo benches.Kristy looked at both of the boys as they drunk in her naked breasts with an a****listic sort of need in their collective gaze.She smiled again as she admired their hard-ons."Foxtrot: Play with your cocks for me, boys." She said, and both boys started to slowly jack themselves off in the heat of the room. Kristy. In public, it was the first thing I noticed about a woman.Girls my own age were still wearing flats, I only cared about women'sshoes. Their legs in stockings or pantyhose, skirts and dresses. Iloved them. I loved long boots and short skirts. I loved strappysandals and flowy sundresses. I loved tight pencil skirts and pumps.In the night, alone in my bed, my imagination ran wild. I began toenvision not only being with the women I saw, but then wearing thoseclothes. I needed to feel why. Her feet where flat on the cement on either side of the chair. She began running her finger up and down between her hairless vagina lips. I sat quietly and watched her. In a few minutes she brought both feet up onto the chair and allowed her legs to fall apart opening her now wet pussy for me to see. She asked me if I could see how wet she was? I managed to say yes in a shakey voice. She was slowly rubbing her clit as she was describing how John Jackson had fucked her so hard that her pussy.