Walking with his head down, preoccupied with the sweet memories of his two recent encounters, he almost ran headlong into a woman standing in front of...the gourmet coffees. Actually she wasn't just standing; she was bent over, and her short tennis dress gave Tom a clear view of her legs, almost all the way to the hem of her panties. Just what I don't need today, Tom chuckled to himself, but he took a quick look anyway. Why would anyone wear something like that to go shopping if they weren't. We obviously didn't say anything, but he must have felt the same because he stopped hiding his, too.It was such a beautiful night I asked if he wanted to forget the tent and just sleep outdoors together. We would have been very tight in the tent if it rained, but we could relax properly like that. In fact, because it was so hot, I said we could just lay the sleeping bags out and sleep on top of them. Seemed sensible. And fortunately where we were there weren't problems with bugs and all.With. Her actions were not meant to be provocative, but when she was creaming her breasts and nipples it was all but impossible not to be provoked. I could never tire of watching her, even after six years of marriage, but I wasn't the only one taking a close interest. There were two lads close by, probably no more than seventeen years old, and they had been watching her since we'd arrived. They made no attempt to conceal their interest, they were too young and too naïve for such finesse. Judging. 

He sat bolt upright in bed. 'My God what have I done!' he muttered to himself. The thought had been exciting the evening before but now in the cold light of the morning he was suddenly petrified. A whole list of 'what-ifs' crossed his mind accompanied by a number of excuses for not going through with it.He got up and went through his normal morning routine all the while thinking about what might or might not happen and working himself into a mass of nerves.At last, when he sat down with his.