It was unpretentious, with plain wooden benches and tables, ragged and stained wallpaper and carpets and a jukebox that played much too loud. Halfway...through my first year some bright spark decided that it looked too downmarket and redecorated it. The bar closed for a few weeks, mostly over the Easter break, and when it opened it had acquired glass topped tables, molded plastic seats and potted plants. Potted plants, for God's sake! The jukebox was turned down to a manageable level and the. Luke explained it looked so much better if they were seen. They acted as though they were enjoying a late night walk, a bit of exercise. Luke took a circuitous route around the area, coming first to one of the couples that he liked to watch.Luke would normally find a hiding place but that wasn’t so easy with both of them, so he stopped and pretended to fasten a shoelace while he told Andrea were to look. She gasped, it was exactly as Luke had described it, the couple were both undressing for. You looked at me questioningly and I explained that now that she has seen and touched my cock, it’s only fair that I see and touch her pussy. She said it’s impossible, not in the bus. She went to a strict convent school and her uniform went down to well below her knees. Then she suggested something. “I can cut my pocket for you.” It took me a few seconds to understand how that is of any use to me. Without replying, I fished a pair of small scissors from my bag. She said “not now. I’ll do it at. I can’t believe that the part of myself I reserve solely for you can be being affected so much. My arousal fills the room and I can no longer hold back my sighs of pleasure. The hands continue their exploration, respectfully avoiding my most womanly of parts. God, how I want to feel her warm, soft and delicate hands caressing my breast, how I want to feel her warm lips place kisses on the soft flesh of my nipples, feel the deliciousness of a hand seeking out the warmth and moistness that lies.