"The mysterious smoker finally turned and waved a cloud of smoke away from her face. I felt my eyebrows raise themselves at the sight before me.It was... the hot blonde girl I'd seen earlier that day as I was boarding the ship. Only now, she had traded her sun dress for a snug, deep purple blouse with a low enough neckline to show me what looked like six inches of solid, perky cleavage. A pair of tight, black jeans completed her ensemble as she was barefoot.As I dragged my eyes up her magnificent. I caught the eye of one tall redhead with big tits. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I'd better watch out or I'd have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it.She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt -- busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn't that have been buster?. No mystery to be solved, all laid open and exposed. I relished the comfort I found in laying against his rough surface. Enjoying the warmth of his hearth, he kept the blustery winds from freezing my fragile soul. One day, while still barricaded in the shelter of the tower, the summer breeze gently slipped in, taunting me. I wanted to go out and bask in its warmth. Eat of the fruit, soar in the blue-green skies, drink from the refreshing wells of passion, and partake of the great banquet. My. I didn't mind, I was her arm candy after all, and once reiprocated (and she smiled), but she brushed my hand away as if to say, don't do that again.Once the speeches had been made etc. at the end of the dinner, She made our excuses and ordered a cab to take us to her hotel. This was where I was REALLY going to be earning my money - providing those little personal services that don't get advertised.Once inside the room, the fun began. She pushed me up against the door and kissed me hard, all the.