I was showering and I noticed that guy again. He was standing by the sinks and looking at me by way of the mirror over the sinks which faced the show...er. He caught me looking at him through the doorway to the shower stalls and he smiled. I smiled back. He kept looking. I decided to go for it. I puckered my lips and blew him a kiss. That did it. He came over and standing outside the shower in his shirt, shoes and shorts and we kissed. I asked him if he wanted to join me in the shower and. A couple of times, the patrols pulled up to ask the group what was going on. I guess they weren't used to seeing such a large group milling around the parking lot, and they got quite a look as one after another of the guys buried his cock deep inside me. "Are you OK, miss?" One of them asked with his eyes wide open. "Oh yes." I moaned to him. "I'm more than alright, I'm FANTASTIC!" The patrol left, but I knew they must have spread the word around, because there were constantly patrols hanging. We were in the V.I.P lounge with some twenty reporters or representatives from various radio and television stations plus photographers and cameramen.Amongst the media representatives were regulars Gerald Latham, a music reporter for channel ten's music show 'playtime', Josh Webber music reporter for Foxtel's 'music news and views', Maurice Bryant for the Australian newspaper, Susan Murphy for triple-M radio station and Robert McCraig a reporter for the Age, one of two Melbourne daily. I rounded the corner and saw a glimpse of a woman rounding the other corner. There was no doubt though who was the source of the sound. Even in that brief moment at the full length of that hall I could tell that I needed a closer look. Clothed in a smart bright red skirt suit with matching red 4′ heels, she had long dark hair that she had pulled back in a ponytail. Her jacket draped over one arm a briefcase in the other. Again I increased my pace, anymore and I would be running trying to catch.