I could see an impressive bulge in his black Speedos. I looked up and noticed that he seen me staring. I blushed as he smiled and then I went back to ...wimming. I was confused about how attracted I was to this man. I put it down to being away from home, feeling horny and that the site of naked flesh even on a male was alluring to me. I kept checking his body out of the corner of my eye. I realised my cock was getting hard. Feeling even more confused I decided to get out of the pool and get. Now the horns began to sound, the air filling with salutes to her performance.She rode hard, the nodule's of the corn set her insides alight. Deeper, she pushed it inside, the thickness filling her, ripping at the sides as it thrust in and out.It felt amazing, the open air swam around her exposed skin. She felt like a statue, some monument set on the roundabout, an ode to freedom and sexual expression.She was frantic now, from inside the mask she could see the traffic moving slowly, faces. "Never heard of her." Then, smiling at me. "You don't think I'm her, do you?"I did not answer, my voice caught in my throat, hoping beyond hope."Kid, you've got to be kidding. Name's Felicia. Not Helen. Don't know any Helens." She sounded convincing enough as my heart sank into despair again. Not her. Couldn't have been. Hoped too much. This Felicia was too young, too slutty, too womanly.She saw that I was upset and turned her charm back on. "There, there, kid. It's all right. maybe someday you. Afterwards, while Billy did the dishes, I was too scared to ask about the kiss, so we just had a regular conversation. At least regular for September. Somehow I'd lost the confidence gained in October. Tamara's goodbye was also back to routine—a hug and a kiss on the cheek.I continued to mull it over for most of the following week. The wise thing to do would be to let it go and just let things happen however they did. I didn't want to do the wise thing.But I didn't get a chance to be stupid.