Often she stood or sat in the same car as me. I would quietly observe her whenever I could without being caught. I felt most comfortable when from a f...ew seats behind her I could watch her watching others. Men often attempted to engage her in conversation and she would usually respond, confidently and pleasantly chatting with them until the conversation sagged or one of them disembarked. Increasingly, I would find myself jealous of these men and oddly territorial towards her even though we had. She was well lubricated but he could feel her muscles stretching out to allow his penetration into their midst until he felt a stiff barrier stop his progress and a cry come from his lovers throat.“OH STOP BOBBY! IT HURTS WHEN YOU GO ANY FURTHER! You’ve reach my hymen and you’ve got to take it easy for a second while I adjust to the pain,” she said, calming down a bit. She rested under him for a moment or two then he felt her start to move her hips rubbing back and forth against his cock. . At first they stood in the middle of the room and embraced, kissing passionately as their naked bodies started to grind against each other. Then the woman broke away from his kiss and stared deeply into his eyes as she slowly knelt in front of him. She never broke her gaze from his and held him close so her nipples skimmed his skin from his chest to his thighs. Making sure to guide his penis through her tits, she held his balls when she was finally kneeling before him and took the length of his. As he peeked out he sawher putting the dress on a workstation. Probably to adjust the waistlinefor him. Then he noticed the big window-front of the shop. The wholeinterior could be seen from the outside. So could be his nude form. Hestepped back into the booth at once. Making sure the curtain was shuttightly on both sides.Then he had to wait. Caught in the small space he couldn't avoid the onefeature of the booth. A tall mirror. In it, he saw a reflection thatmade him gasp. He was indeed.