From the slits of my eyes I saw her going out, with just some slippers on, and went outside naked walking towards the reception. Later she told me, th...t she met another couple, standing outside smoking a cigarette, also in the nude and giving her a small applause and a bow when she walked past.She walked into the reception towards the counter, heard some noise in the back room and saw June standing up from the couch in front of the Tv. Half in an undressed state, trying to straighten up a bit,. “Hurry up, Chris, give the men their drinks”, she’d say, while giving an up skirt display. I watched them blatantly looking up her skirt and ogling her breasts. She’d insist I sit down next to her during the display; she’d pat me on the leg and rub over my cock, saying “Look, he’s got a little hardon. He gets off on being made to look like a dick.” as she rubbed me up and down. I might let him masturbate tonight.” They’d look at me and laugh pityingly, obviously wondering why I allowed her to. “Do you have a girlfriend”? “No, I do not”. “My Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident a year ago and I just lost interest in everything except surfing”. “Even that has been difficult because the culture is always one of partying and I really do not feel like that”. “I am sorry to hear, it must have been terrible”. “My dad died a couple of years ago and I still miss him badly”. Paula replied looking out at the ocean. “I tell you what, have dinner here tonight and let us forget. The car behind me honks bringing me back to reality, I continue driving my legs are shaking my wetness soaking through my panties, surely starting to dampen my skirt. Why do I get so turned on from being such a slut, letting people use my body as they see fit sending me into multiple orgasms, never saying no? Another red light, I can't take the waiting any longer and slowly slide my left hand up my skirt pulling my panties aside and sliding my index finger over my now swollen clit, my head.