"We don't need to leave for about an hour, would you like to have some fun first?" I knew what sort of fun she meant and replied "That's OK with me."S...till behind me, she had both hands around my waist. She slid her hands up under my shirt top and fondled my breasts, over my bra. Pete returned, looked at us and smiled. He walked slowly towards me as Sandra sneaked her fingers under my bra and pushed it up to get at my breasts. Pete Slowly took hold of the front of my jeans and was about to undo. Then out for another smoke after a bit. By now it was getting slightly darker, though still light. I sat at the same bench, and as I smoked two cigarettes in succession I realised I needed to piss.I let it flow. Yeah, right there in the open, no concern, just horny relief.I was sitting on a bench made of perforated steel and I could hear the steamy piss as it splashed on the ground. There was a sexy, probably homeless, guy sitting opposite me who seemed to notice what I was doing. He came over. My workroom sprawls over more than half of the store.I'm not rich, but I'm well off enough to do what I want. My store is in an upscale restored area of the city. I get a lot of tourists, as well as the well-off with extra money searching for that unusual gift to be a conversation topper at some party. Mostly those types bore me, even the attractive women among them. They're all lofty remarks and condescending explanations of those remarks because they assume I can't comprehend two syllable. I stroked his cock a little and it became hard like a rock. His excitement was visible in his eyes. I asked him whether he had sex before to which he replied that it was his first time.I asked him to hand me my bag which was on the sofa. He did and I took out a hand sanitizer from my bag and rubbed a little of it on my hands and then stroked his cock. He jerked slightly due to the coldness of my hand.I then spread my legs and shifted towards the edge of the table. I was so wet that no lubricant.