When you reached out, our hearts touched and they knew, I knew and eventually, you bloody idiot, you caught up.”She had walked around in front of me...through this exchange and now stood with her hands on her hips, shaking her head. I shrugged and looked at her with a half-smile, and a giggle escaped her lips.I leant forward, reaching past her and put my drink on the table she was standing in front of. Instead of sitting back, I put my hands on the backs of her legs and slid them up, under her. He was a short man about my age. I got out of the truck and walked over to him. I had taken my buzzer out but left my zipper down but my shirt was covering my opening. We talked for a few minutes and out of the blue I said “Since you’re done how about letting me give you’re a blowjob? My wife would like to watch and maybe help.” He just looked at me for a minute and after he didn’t say anything I turned around and started back to the truck. We drove off but shortly afterwards had to turn around. Her bikini still wet, she was virtually lying there naked. Her breasts stood up proud, the slight breeze keeping her nipples fully aroused. Her cunt was in full view; the wet material seeming to emphasize the lips wide open, engorged with blood, soaked with passion. What a view! I had never seen her looking sexier. There was still no-one vaguely near us, so I started massaging her breasts with my hand. She was thoroughly enjoying this treatment, as well as still enjoying the wine, by now into. The top of the dress was completely flat as if she had nothing there, not even hard nipples. Her left hand was on her hip and the other was holding her cheek. She was winking at the audience as her pale face rotated so everyone could see her. She had on clunky white shoes with tall heels making her long legs look even longer. Her legs were covered in sheer white hosiery with tiny garter clips barely exposed below her dress hem. She gracefully walked to the very end of the runway, blowing.