"What would you do for me?"The brunette caught on right away. I swear, American girls nowadays are just so naturally slutty, you hardly have to do an... work. "We can show you our tits," she smiled. I eyed the two tiny points under her tank top, and decided to press my luck and try for more."Tell you what," I said, "show me your pussies instead and we have a deal." The brunette said ok, and went back to her friend to consult. It took a little convincing, but after a minute or so both girls. Trying my best to ignore her as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. I caught a glimpse of her body. The shape of her breasts held back by the business suit. She could of been a super model or Volleyball player. Just hot.She ran her hands slowly over the top of her breasts by accident. Doing that adjustment thing that women do--I looked down at her breasts and looked away. She then pulled a suitcase in front of her legs. It blocked my view and made it really hard for anyone in the station to. “It’s kind of you to offer – really, I am flattered – but this isn’t - “He cuts across me again.“I’m not being kind,” he states, a firmness creeping into his voice. “I’m horny. Your husband is a prick. And you deserve to get to have a little fun of your own.”“But it’s not that simple, I mean… hang on, what are you doing?”My mouth falls open as he undoes his belt and slowly lowers his zipper. Never taking his eyes off me for a second, he takes his cock out.I’m frozen to the spot as I look. ” He had both hands under her skirt, caressing her hot ass as her muscles contracted uncontrollably beneath his palms.She leaned back, pulling up her skirt and tucking it into the waistband, feeling the cool night air on her panty covered bottom. She put her hands back on the door, arching up her red panty bottom even higher. She blushed in shame as she imagined how she must look as he gazed at her in the bright light of the moon. She couldn’t even believe that she had just hiked up her skirt.