Joan sashayed away between the trucks and slowly pulling her tight skirt up above her tauntingly swaying ass cheeks looking back over her shoulder and smiling. When she awoke that morning she wasn’t sure that it might be time to call a halt to her little game of voyuerism and sex with a stranger. She reached down to remove the thong and as she looked up her eyes met those of an older man having dinner with his wife at an adjoining table. Inside was a group of ten or twelve men all looking at her as she burst into the room. Joan simply shrugged in way of answering as Martin opened the curtains again and slipped out of the door. “You can figure it out” Mark added. Joan’s eyes popped open and she saw the maintenance worker from the pool in the room with her. Both she and Mark enjoyed the reactions she received as she made frequent trips to the self-serve counter during dinner and later as they walked about a local shopping mall with
