Brittany barely had to consider this. The answer was yes. She had stripped in a public store in front of a strange man. Worse though was that she wasn...��t done. In the aftermath of her climax, she hadn’t realized that the ball of warmth that seemed to now rule her, had only diminished. Now in her present erotic state, she could feel it growing again. Why hadn’t an orgasm been enough? Normally it could banish the ball of warmth for hours without additional stimulation. The only explanation seemed. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rain didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.I smoked a cigarette and though my wife doesn't smoke, she took a few drags just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the beggars peek from under his blanket. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even. Helen was going down to London on the Friday night by train. We would stay at the same hotel, meet Joe on the Saturday night then the three of us would travel back together on Sunday.We left home at nine planning to be at the Copthorne hotel in Kensington by lunch time. Helen called us in the car after breakfast having planned a session in the gym, sauna and beauty parlour, alright for some I thought. We arrive unpacked and met Helen at 1pm in the reception to go to lunch. I know the area well. During the short time that she was gone both of these guys went on and on about how wonderful she was and how lucky I was. I thought so, too, at the time.Almost as soon as she returned another guy approached us. I had seen him down on one knee sketching on the concrete floor by the entry gate. He walked up to her and explained that he had recently given up all business and work opportunities to pursue his real love of art and beauty, including the female form. He wanted her permission to sketch.