I was going to college in a few weeks; he was going into his junior year of high school. I hadn’t ever thought of him that way. “It didn’t feel ...ad or anything, but . . .” He placed a hand on my stomach, rubbing gently “If you don’t like it, or you want me to stop just say so and I will.” At the same time, the circles started back up under my shorts, drawing closer to my panties. Normally, I would have been all for this, but this was a new situation. First, we’re on a church bus; second, there. That's the thing about Italian restaurants owned by actual Italians—the biggest emphasis is on the food. I mean, that's how it should be at all restaurants, but what can you do except vote with your wallet?”“Ah. Sorry about that,” she giggled as I held open her door and closed it behind her.“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I stepped in my side and started the engine. “You look sexy as hell in that dress. I can't wait to see how many of the guys there get jealous that I have arm candy like. A couple on their late summer's break at the fading resort slowly sauntered past. I took the opportunity to take a break from my reading, I swung round and placed my feet on the ground. I stood up and stretched my body with my arms up in a arc whilst looking out to sea. I tidied my long bob of light brown hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was regarding my form; all too easy to see through the too thin, blue checked gingham dress, to the dark shadow covering half my torso. I must have yelled in surprise as I quickly pulled back then heard a sound as the bedroom light was switched on to see Ben standing there naked looking shocked at the scene before him.There I was with my cock bobbing in the air as the last of my orgasm dribbled out the end and his wife still humping at the air in the final throws of an orgasm.Ben bellowed out “what the hell is going on?”I looked at him, looked at Belinda as the realisation hit and looked back at Ben before stating “but I.