I looked around to see the guy was around my age, in good shape. I reached behind me to grab his cock, wanking him off as he stood behind me. I certai...nly don't think I have a big dick (pics on my profile show it isn't all that!) but is was much bigger than this guys - that being said I didn't expect to get any action so quickly. We decided to go into one of the private rooms.The guy introduced himself as Justin, and said he wanted to get fucked. He was married but apparently loves to get fucked. It's quite warm in the sun."I promised. He was in no hurry to get the blanket for me. It seemed that he wanted to enjoy looking at my naked body for as long as possible. He watched me closely as I wolfed down the soup and tore pieces off the bread. I let him watch, making sure he had a good view of my charms, while I took a closer look at him. His curly blond hair framed a handsome face. I had already been able to see that his body was slim, not quite athletic but without too much excess fat. I. And with that, he threw his boxers into his back pack and put on his shorts (which were almost identical in style to our uniform) with no underwear on. Kyle and I followed suit, and eventually we were all dressed and ready to leave, none of us wearing any underwear. We headed towards the door and froze in our tracks when we saw Mrs. Cameron appear almost out of no where. “M-Mrs. Cameron!” I stuttered. “What are you doing in here??” I asked. “I heard someone moaning, like they were in pain.” She. "Is there anything you'd recommend?" "Depends what you're in the mood for." She bit her lower lip as she scooped ice into the glass, her gaze still locked on mine. "We have quite an extensive menu if you'd like to look it over." "Thanks...um...Beth," I said, looking down at the nametag perched on her tiny left breast as she placed my drink in front of me. "Shall I start a tab for you, Mr.....?" "Bond. James Bond," I said in my best English accent. She didn't miss a beat. "Zo, Meester Bond, ve.