.not really washing himself, just kinda shuffling awkwardly, giving me nervous glances. Ok, I get it now, I understand why he's been following me. So ... walk to the towel rack, take off my towel and face him dead on:I swear his mouth dropped. I smile, walk by him really close and say "hi" before turning on my shower and letting the water run over me. My back's to him but when I turn around he's facing me - tanned skin, pretty much hairless apart from a small tuft of hair above his little. I struggle to take his length and girth as he pounds me relentlessly, using those strong thighs. I am breathless, absolutely dripping wet and completely getting off on this. I love the danger of public fucking. We haven’t even locked the door. His pace doesn’t drop, and my pussy is that wet that every thrust is met by the satisfying slap of my pussy, my juice all over his staggering erection. The rocking motion of the train definitely helps, and as I feel his curly pubic hair teasing my clit,. The table was covered in dishes. Giuseppe had squeezed his bulk onto the bench of the booth across from them and was swirling the last of his wine. Michael had just finished his last bite of a cannoli and Clare had given up on the tiramisu after making a yeoman’s effort to eat a part of it. ‘Giuseppe, that was wonderful, as always,’ Michael said, draining his own glass and sitting back, feeling full and a little lightheaded. They had also managed to drink two bottles of Chianti, with Michael. I tried to wiggle my fingers but my hand was pressed against Gracie’s groin, I definitely had feelings in my fingers.Sharon was busy with my head against her tit, the angle gave me another view under her coat at her tanned breast but this time I could see the outline of the nipple through the see-through material, it certainly took my mind off the prodding that was going on in my mouth.Gracie altered her position and in doing so my lifeless arm slipped off the chair, in her effort to return it.