I showered, and slipped into a slinky black dress with spaghetti straps, no bra, and a black thong. The neck was cut low, showing off some nice cleava...e, and the heels I put on help to accentuate my calfs.The hotel was not in a major downtown area, and without any real night spots close by, I settled for the hotel bar. It was a typical hotel spot, not real hip, and, on a Monday night, not very crowded at all. One guy at the bar, a married couple (I assumed) in the corner at a table, and a. "I should change into my street clothes," she said after she collected herself.I looked down at my bare legs and nodded in agreement. "I should probably put my pants back on." Probably," she said, giving a little laugh tinted with sadness.As we changed (she did not, surprise surprise, need my help changing Out of her clothes), we continued to steal glances at each other.I held the door to the fitting room open and as she walked by me I worked up one final bit of courage."Hey, a question for. And didn’t care for the world.After a good 10-12 minutes i go up from her and looked down at her saliva glistening breasts and those mountains. Still admiring her, I eased out of my trousers. My cock was rearing to go, in attention also looking straight at the boobs. She opened her eyes and saw my unspent and yet to be satisfied cock and knew that nothing was over yet.I pulled her saree up and pushed up the top over her navel exposing her white panties. Her hands went immediately over her. . but always to nervous . I used to be a long distance hgv driver and park up at night it what I call , naughty laybys . we all know the sort . did see quite a few things going on in them . especially single men turning up with hard cocks wanting some fun . most nights I would get dressed up and climb out and walk up and down and seeing if anyone saw me , then quickly run back to the lorry and hide . it was a thrill , but as most of us know , every thrill , dies down and you look for the next.