.. How you treat people that can do nothing for you – that waiter we had last time... gentle and kind. What's not to love?"She was amazed. She reach...ed up, cupped his face tenderly. His stubble was prickly against her palms and fingers."Why did you not -tell- me...?" Her heart was glowing."I was scared. Really. I've felt... well, I've gotten hurt. Before..." Whoever she was, she was a goddamn idiot."He chuckled. She wanted a kiss, -badly- wanted one, but instead lay her head down on his chest. ."Bring your ass back to me" I say, and she slides back so her ass is just off the stool. I pull her skirt just out from under her and begin running my hands over her hips. Reaching under her I start to run my fingers along her slit. Every slightly touching her clit. As I hear her breathing change, I put one then two fingers in her now open and sloppy pussy. When I think she is worked up enough I step away leaving her panting. She looks at me with almost a pout, flushed cheeks, wanting to. We got chatting and it turns out that they were staying in the hotel for Christmas. They were obviously so much in love and kept kissing each other. I couldn’t see what they were doing under the bubbles but the expressions on their faces told me that something was going on. Jon had pulled me onto his lap and I sat facing Vicky as he pulled the crotch on my leotard to one side and then lifted me onto his dick. It hurt a bit as his dick pushed against my rings as he entered me.The main bubbles. It was a beautiful evening and John had decided he didn’t want to miss the opportunity of a hike up the forest hill to blow off some steam after a busy day at work. The muscular young man set out from the office and swapped into the trail shoes he kept under his desk. His shirt open and sleeves rolled up, he headed up the path he knew well. As he reached the top of the hill, sweating a little in the warm air, he saw the shape of a woman kneeling. The trail was normally quiet, and he was.