There are 2 guys on one table, they are a bit loud and leery, although I wouldn’t mind them fucking me, I worry that they might make a scene. I go a...d sit by 2 guys who are a little more mature, I say hello to them as I sit down. I get my book out, but notice one of the older guys is looking at my breasts. I pull my top down slightly so the guy can see a bit of my cleavage. I reckon one was early 60’s and the other maybe late 60’s or early 70’s. They ask me what I am reading we talk a bit about. She wore a red colour bra which boggled my mind and gave an immediate boner and my situation was I was in short and T-shirt without inners so it become very difficult to cover it but somehow I managed it I guess and that day was passed and I use to wake up daily to see such a kanchan ganga milk mountains and welcome my day.On my first weekend (Saturday) morning around 6 to 6:30 not only sun raises my dick also raised 90 degrees and pointing the sealing at its best length when I was sleeping in. Repeatedly she was made to walk to the table and bend slowly forward to deliver drinks to the imaginary customers. Tersely he would tell her what to do; “bend over more”, “quicker”, “slower”, “a smoother delivery please”, and each time her hem would climb up her legs showing more of her legs than she felt comfortable with, accompanied by an awkward prickly feeling that seemed to tickle through her tense body. Sometimes her fingers tingled, always her face reddened, but right now it was her. Nowadays a few trips to some naturist beaches are the closest thing to a transgression we are experiencing.I’m a voyeur and a bit of an exhibitionist, I like wild beaches and I find pleasant to stay naked regardless any sexual consideration. Naturist beaches, therefore, are places which really fit me, but I want to point out that I’m an irreproachable visitor, as we even go there with the k**s.So no back and forth along the shore to seek some action, no settle down close to the only lone girl.