I re-entered the dining room and found a woman reading my paper. My coke was gone. I stood there for a minute, contemplating what to do.
She was about forty with short blonde hair. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt that accentuated her breasts. I could make out her nipples but there was no sign of a bra. Her breasts were quite shapely but small. She didn't really need a bra.
I put my hand on the chair that I had vacated half an hour earlier. I asked her if anyone was sitting there. She shook her head as she looked up from my paper.
"You were" she said as she smiled up at me. She had pale blue eyes. I sat down beside her.
"I put your drink back in the cooler. You were gone so long." She said as she winked at me, "Do you want to read the paper? I've been driving for hours and I'd like to talk, but if you crave solitude I can sit elsewhere."
"My cravings have been satisfied" I laughed as I tossed the paper onto the vacant chair, "except for something to eat."
"That's great," she whispered as she lightly tapped my arm, "but what did you do that was so satisfying?"
"Well," I took a deep breath and started to give her a summary of the blowjob that I had just received. I surprised myself with the vivid detail that I provided. She hardly moved, seeming to hang on every word.