We kept talking small talk normal stuff when all of a sudden it turned to the games earlier. He told me he had been watching me and that he wanted to ...lay against me. I then realized it was the guy earlier that was rubbing against me. At that moment I felt blood rush to my face and my cock was stirring with excitement like I have never felt. I starting thinking of all the possibilities that may happen. I do think my mind is my sexiest organ, anyway we continued to talk and he said he liked the. ‘Just be discreet. Don’t be seen with her out in public where someone might take it back to her husband.’ Janice interjected. ‘I know all about abusive husbands. Carlos would slap me for no reason and he even kicked me after he knocked me down a few times. I wanted to kill the bastard for that. When I divorced him he said he would strangle me for deserting him. I just could not take any more of his cruelty. Thank God Louise called me to come here. I feel safe and out of his reach here.’ ‘Of. That's what I was feeling and I enjoyed it tremendously. Perhaps it was inevitable, however, that given my own previous antics, I was to find myself on full display once again.(Yes, I know: this is Carla's story. Rest assured that I won't stray too far from it. But I will share a few of my own antics here. Those of you who want to read more about my own exhibitionist history should check out my previous story, "Flirting With Exhibitionism and Incest.")So what was my standard wardrobe around. Is there something in your pocket?”I sigh, pulling away to root inside my jeans. “This?” I ask, pulling out my wallet and holding it up. To be fair it’s been digging into my thigh too, the bulky leather padded out with receipts and coupons I haven’t gotten round to clearing out yet. I shrug and casually toss it into the back seat to land alongside her suitcase. “Is that any better?”She doesn’t answer, instead pulling me back on top of her, continuing where we’d left off. I pinch one of her.