I sat in one of the chairs drinking a margarita and smoking a cigarette. I relaxed and let my legs fall apart a little at first. I didn’t want to be...obvious, but I made sure my shorts were positioned so that anyone walking or driving by would get a glimpse. A couple of cars drove by and kind of slowed down. I could see that they weren’t sure what they were seeing. This wasn’t good enough, so I threw one leg over the arm of my chair. To hell with not being obvious! It was so hot, I had begun to. I was no longer afan. Damn you Doc Ock!I idly flipped through a gossip rag on top of the unsavory pile ofmagazines. The tabloids held no appeal but searching amongst them I founda dog eared Far Side book and, well, that amused me for a bit. I wasstill a science nerd and the humour appealed to me.I sighed, still hungry but not famished. My new clothes itched. Theysmelled of moth balls. They were ill fitting and I didn't really likethem. I'd throw them back in the welfare bin soon enough but for. She had stepped off the coach and stretched. The first thing she was discovering was that tall people were limited for leg room on these big tour busses. She would try to switch to an aisle seat when an opportunity arose. She would also like to lose contact with Carolyn if she could do it without being rude. She was a nice enough woman and certainly experienced but she seemed to keep coming back to the fact that Brenda was a widow, the very thing she was trying to forget for a while.She was. Her nipples were begging for attention. His tongue began to go in circles around the areola. Getting closer to the nipple with every circle. He felt her moan as the tip of his tongue grazed her nipple. Each nipple got the same treatment, and then her breasts were getting sucked on. Gently he sucked on the breast, and licked the nipple at the same time. His hand was back between her thighs. Now she was wetter than ever. He couldn't contain himself. Moving his tongue down her stomach, Krishna.