As I took my first sip another woman walked in. She was younger than I, probably in her middle twenties, bleached blond with just a hint of roots show...ing, and she was obviously braless beneath her roomy t-shirt from the way her unbound breasts moved delightfully when she walked or moved. The swell and shape of her breasts was accentuated by the small backpack slung on her shoulders. She wore ragged black tennis shoes and a matching ragged school girl style tartan miniskirt. I immediately. My hobby was hiking and walking, and the village I lived in was surrounded with some high peaks; even approaching my mid-twenties, I was considered a seasoned hiker and had been co-opted into the local Mountain Rescue group for searches and inspections a few times. Samuel had also taken up the sport and he had done a number of walks with a group of us. Today I was doing what was nothing more than a stroll up onto one of the obscure peaks. Sam was also out walking; we meet by chance and he asked. He slowly removed his finger and I looked into his face. He jerked his head in the direction of the back of the shop and I followed him to a small, dimly lit bathroom that smelled of stale urine and cigarette smoke. He pulled my clothes off and stood and looked me up and down and licked his lips. I knelt down and started chewing on his big bulge through his pants and I could feel that he had a monster cock. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to reveal a huge, semi-hard, motherfucker. I thought to myself I hope I have enoughtime to get my trucks back and hang this suit back on the hook to drybefore everyone gets home.Just then I heard my mom call my name. Oh crap I was caught how was Igoing to explain this. I hid in the changing room hoping they wouldthink I was not home but no such luck, I saw my mom though a crack inthe curtain walking towards me asking if I was in there I kept quietwhich was a mistake because the next thing I knew she opened thecurtain and face to face we.