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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 10) [Asian, M/f, Public, Consent]
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Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 19:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 10: Interlude, Sara's Story  (Part 1)

Summer, 1986 - Disney World

None of this was her damn fault.  She didn't even want
to come on this fucking vacation anyway.  She would
have been perfectly fine staying home.  

Sara stalked down the plastic street, the tinny
cheerful music haunting her every step and grating on
her nerves.  The environment was like something out of
a cartoon and it only made her picture herself in a
comic strip, with a dark cloud hovering over her head.
 Following her every step.

From all outward experiences she'd appear to be just
another angst ridden fifteen year old.  Dragged to a
place she didn't want to go and now having a fit. 
That wasn't even close to the truth.

She wanted to come here.  It had been a dream of hers
for years now.  But she never thought it would
actually happen.  So she never bothered to ask.  When
her mother told her they where they were planning to
vacation, she was filled with dread, not joy.

It was the same thing, every damn time.  They bicker
and they argue, they scream and yell at each other,
they treat each other like assholes all the time. 
Then we go on vacation and suddenly, bam, they think
everything is going to be great.

She spotted a crumpled up piece of paper on the ground
in front of her and gave it a kick as she walked.  It
tumbled to the side and rolled to a stop less than two
feet away, which was less than satisfying.

It starts before they even leave the house.  Arguing
about when they need to leave.  What they need to take
with them.  How they should get there.  If there was
anything that could involve the slightest bit of
discussion, you can bet it would end up turning into
an argument.

"Fuck!"  She spat out of her mouth in frustration. 
She paused in mid-step around her, eyes glancing
around slowly.  She suddenly felt like everyone was
looking at her.

This time it wasn't her paranoia though.  Glancing
around, she could see more than a few people were
staring.  She frowned, feeling more than a little bit
sheepishly embarrassed.

"...sorry..."  She whispered, barely audible.  She
wanted to scream out instead.  Tell them all to go
fuck themselves.  She was having a bad day; it wasn't
her god damn fault.

Instead, she just felt her insides shrivel up a bit in
embarrassment.

"Hrumph!"  Grunted a middle aged woman nearby,
starting to usher her two kids away from the obviously
negative influence that Sara probably was.

Sara just stared and frowned more.  She felt bad for
the woman, she felt worse for the kids.  She could
feel herself changing into just what her parents were.
 Bitter, abusive, uncaring, and that was the last
thing she wanted to be like.

On the other hand, she just wanted to scream at the
retreating form of the overweight woman in her too
tight pink shorts and her mismatching yellow top. 
Tell her to shove her `hrumph' up her big fat ass. 
Yell that her kids probably hear worse on television
while she's too busy eating Ding Dongs to get up out
of bed.

Sara just slumped her shoulders. Feeling even worse
than she did before.

"You know," She heard a masculine voice say from
behind her.  "Whatever it is, worrying about it isn't
going to do any good, young lady."

Sara pushed her eyes up into her forehead, almost
painfully, her brow knitting crossly.  Just what she
needed, an armchair weekend psychologist to tell her
what she needed and didn't need to do.

She spun around in place, planning to give this pain
in an ass a piece of her mind.  How the fuck would he
know what was good for her?  He didn't know a damn
thing about her.

She had the words boiling in her mouth, laced with
bile.  He didn't have any idea what he just bit off,
whoever this nosey bastard was.

Then she saw him and the words just seemed to melt out
of her mind.  He wasn't attractive, well, he was, just
not in the model sort of way that teenage girls are
supposed to `swoon' over.  He was just...  well, normal
looking.  Not muscular, but not fat either.  Not tall,
but not short.

In fact, there wasn't a single remarkable thing about
the way he looked.  She couldn't really figure out why
she suddenly felt nervous and smitten about him.  He
was standing about a foot behind her, a respectable
distance for perfect strangers, but she could swear
she could smell him in the air.

He just looked at her; his concerned smile seemed to
slip into a pleasant well meaning one.  Which just
made her heart feel gooey and drippy.

"You know what I mean?"  He asked, to which she only
nodded slowly.  "You could forget your problems and
have fun today.  Or you could just be grumpy and when
you're home, you'll feel worse for not enjoying
yourself while you had the chance."

Sara nodded slowly, half her mind agreed with him. 
The other half was just cursing his simplistic advice
on her situation.  

"I guess you're right."  She managed to squeak out in
an embarrassed voice.

"My parents..."  She started to stumble out of her
mouth, stunned she was telling these things to a
stranger.  "...They're always fighting.  And, I guess.. 
I don't know."

She felt like an idiot.  Blurting out stupidity at him
like that.

He just nodded slowly, as if he understood.  "You're
in the Happiest Place on Earth, they say.  So you
should just try and enjoy it while it lasts."

Sara wanted to roll her eyes.  The sickly sweet theme
park motto made her skin crawl.  She wanted to just
kick this pain in the ass in the balls, just for being
an idiot. 

Instead she just nodded her agreement.

"Good."  He beamed a smile at her and she felt her
knees weaken.  She managed to hide it though, shifting
her weight from her right leg to her left.

His good deed done, he took a step back from her, gave
her a little wave, then turned and started walk away. 

Sara watched his back for a moment, and then let her
eyes drift down to his rear.  Watching the way it
shifted up and down as he walked.  It was hidden by
his blue jeans, but there was still plenty enough
movement to let her imagination run wild.

She felt her cheeks blushed as she stared, averting
her eyes to keep from being discovered.  She watched
back of his blonde haired head, as it bobbed as he
walked.  She took in every little detail she could,
the small camera bag hanging under his arm.  The plain
white shirt.  The tennis shoes with no socks.  

He didn't look like he was more than twenty, maybe
twenty-five.  There wasn't that big of an age
difference she thought.  Just maybe...  

She took two steps to follow him, to catch up to him,
but then came to a sudden stop.  He had stopped as
well and for a moment she thought he knew she was
coming, but then she spotted why.

He had stopped in front of another woman, about the
same age as him.  A brunette, pushing a stroller,
complete with a toddler occupant.  If that wasn't bad
enough, there was a slightly older kid holding onto
the stroller.

All of a sudden she felt her heart sink into the
depths of her stomach.  All the fantasies that had
bloomed in her head about him, they all just vanished.
 Like the sunrise burns the morning fog in seconds. 
Reality had ripped through her mind, dashing all her
thoughts.

She couldn't see his face anymore, but she just knew
he was talking to the woman.  Probably talking about
her.  She watched as the brunette leaned over, looking
at her.  A sympathetic look on her face.

All Sara could do was offer a nervous smile back at
the woman.  She glanced around aimlessly now, her only
intention to get away from the man, his wife, and his
family.  She felt out of place and uncomfortable,
which, all things considered, was better than being
angry and upset.

She walked away briskly, trying to put the encounter
out of her mind.  But she found him creeping back into
her thoughts anyway.  

She found a bench to sit at and decided to relax and
try to clear her mind.  But she still felt the same
thoughts seeping back into her mind.  She glanced
around her, and all she saw and heard were the signs
of happy families enjoying their day together.

She glanced up and looked up at the fake fairy tale
castle that loomed in front of her.  This time it
didn't seem to bother her as much.  She found herself
slipping into the details of it.  Noticing the
intricate molding around the windows.  The designs
across the ramparts.  Things she would never even have
bothered to notice in her foul mood before.

She opened her back pack and fished out her drawing
pad, followed by a couple of pencils.  She flipped
past all of the used pages, to the first clean one she
could find and just started drawing.

She drew the castle, in a vague sort of way.  Then
started drawing one of the towers, only this time with
a lot more detail.  Filling in all the little parts of
it that she thought she'd forget about later.

Then she flipped to a new page and started drawing
again.  But this time she gave in and started to
sketch out the man from earlier.  She started with his
slightly disheveled blonde hair, but ended up
concentrating on his eyes.  Those were the details she
was sure she'd forget if she didn't record them.

She moved on to draw his nose and then his mouth.  And
wondered what it would be like to kiss him.  If he was
a good kisser or not.  This time she didn't feel
embarrassed by her thoughts, after all, she'd never
see him again.

She smiled mischievously to herself as she started a
new sketch on the same page.  Drawing out what his
butt looked like.  This was certainly a detail she
didn't want to forget later.

"Feeling better?"  A voice suddenly broke through her
concentration, making her gasp in surprise.  Her first
instinct to hide her pad, closing it quickly.

She glanced up, and not really to her surprise, she
saw the owner of the voice was the man again.  This
time he was the one pushing the stroller.

"Uh, yes."  Sara replied, embarrassed, but offering a
thankful smile.  

He just smiled back, but his wife or girlfriend or
whatever she was talked first.  "Are you here alone?"

Sara nodded slowly, shoving the pad back into her bag.
 "Uh, yeah, sort of.  I mean, my parents are here. 
Somewhere.  They're probably back at the hotel arguing
over whether it's going to rain or why they didn't
pack the iron.  Or something else stupid like that."

Sara could feel herself babbling.  She wanted to kick
herself to get her to shut up.  But the words just
kept coming out.

The couple just nodded, again as if they understood
what she was trying to say.  "We just finished having
breakfast."  The man started to say, but was
interrupted by the shouting of the older of the two
children.  

"We saw MICKEY!" the boy shouted, he couldn't have
been more than six years old.  His eyes were wide with
excitement, as if having a meal with an adult in a
giant mouse costume was the best part of his life so
far.

Sara couldn't help but laugh at that, her attention
dropping to the blonde haired ball of energy.  "Did
you?"

The boy nodding quickly, but lost interest in her. 
Looking up at his mother with the same eager
expression, "Can we go now?  Can we?  Can we?"

"Shhh."  The brunette replied, trying to calm him down
a bit.  "In a minute."

The boy and his mother started to negotiate just how
long a minute was going to take, where they were going
next, and other little details that seemed very
important to the young mind.

"We're going to walk around a bit.  Would you like to
join us?"  The man asked now.

Sara was stunned by this invitation.  It seemed
sincere, not just a polite offer.  But then, what
business did she have wandering the park with someone
else's family.  She was sure she'd just feel like a
third wheel.  She made up her mind that she'd politely
turn down the offer and just explore on her own.

"Okay."  She opened her mouth to reply and words fell
out that she hadn't planned on using.  

He smiled in reply, "Great.  I'm Ben, by the way. 
This is Stacey and Hank."

The woman talking to the boy glanced at Sara and
smiled.

"And this is April."  Ben leaned forward, waving to
the toddler in the stroller.  April seemed barely
awake though and was more content catching up on her
sleeping than meeting anyone new.

Sara managed to say her name as she tucked the pencils
into her backpack.  Standing up slowly, still
wondering if maybe she should try to find a polite way
out of this.

"Want to walk through the castle?"  Stacey asked Hank,
causing the boy's eyes to shoot open even wider.

"CAN WE?"  He shouted in reply, stunned that it was
even possible.

=========================

Walking with them wasn't as bad as Sara would have
imagined it to be.  If it was her own family doing
this, they wouldn't have gone an hour before her
parents were arguing.  Within two and they would have
been screaming each other.  By three, they probably
would have gone their separate ways.

But there was no discord here.  No shouting or
screaming.  No one accusing anyone of being a bitch or
a bastard.  Not even any cursing.

Sara couldn't figure out what their motivation for
asking her to join them.  She figured that they must
have an ulterior motive, but nothing seemed to come
up.  The only thing she could think of was that they
weren't really that far apart in age.  And maybe they
just wanted to be able to talk to someone adult.

Okay, not quite adult.  Almost adult.

In her imagination, this is what a trip to Disney
World was supposed to be like.  Everyone having fun. 
The whole family enjoying their time together.  To bad
she was enjoying it with someone else's family.

As they walked, they talked.  She told them about her
home, choosing to ignore the bad parts and just tell
them about the good ones.  She told them about her
school, her friends, her boyfriend back home, how she
liked to sketch, how she wanted to go to art school.

They told her about themselves.  That they were from
California, though she didn't recognize the name of
the town.  That they'd come to Florida for a week. 
That Hank was so excited about the trip that he
started packing three months ago.  Mostly tiny little
details of normal life that wouldn't mean anything to
a casual listener, but only served to make Sara feel
more like she had been there during those moments.

They had sat down for a late lunch and managed to find
a cafeteria that was almost empty.  But called it a
cafeteria would be a service to the food and
disservice to the d�cor.

The food was the typical fare you'd expect in a theme
park, hot dogs, burgers, fries.  All of which shared
the same bland, over cooked, and made yesterday taste.
 And none of which was what anyone would consider
reasonably priced.

The d�cor made up for it though.  All dark, polished
wood and waxed floor boards.  Real wood tables and
chairs, not plastic retro-60s school lunch furniture. 
All of it trying to evoke a sense of a revolutionary
war era house or old English pub or something.

The first floor was teeming with people and there was
barely room to breathe, but when they ventured
upstairs they found it virtually deserted.  Even the
noises from below were almost entirely muffled away by
the wood of the floor.  

Managing the stroller up the stairs wasn't an easy
task and probably explained the lack of crowds.  It
gave Sara the chance to carry the trays and feel like
she was actually contributing something to the day. 
She even found herself able to deftly maneuver Hank
along despite the distractions meant to grab hold of
his six year old mind.

Ben led the way to a couple of tables near windows
overlooking the walkway below.  The windows even had
drapes, which was more than could be said for the
windows on the first floor.  It was just the sort of
place Sara would have chosen to sit.  A spot to watch
down on the passerbys without being noticed.

Lunch passed without much major discussion.  Hank was
intent on relating all of his experiences of the
morning, as if none of them were there for any of it. 
Sara just watched this, amused by it all.  She
wondered if she had ever been that excited about
anything.

The meal only seemed to recharge Hank's excitement,
while once April was fed; she was out like a light.  

"I'm going to take Hank to ride Space Mountain." 
Stacey announced as she started to stand.  

Hanks eyes went wide again, as if he was surprised
that there was more to do.

"Okay, hold on and I'll get April ready to go."  Ben
replied, starting to stand.

Stacey glanced at the stroller and shook her head,
"No, I'll take him.  No sense waking her up.  Then
when I come back, you can take him again."

Sara could see that Hank's eyes were literally
twitching in his skull at these plans.  If they didn't
start moving soon, his head was liable to explode.

Ben relaxed in his seat and shrugged, "Sounds like a
plan."

"You want to come along?"  Stacey asked Sara.

Sara shook her head quickly in reply, "No thank you. 
I don't do roller coasters."

"Okay."  Stacey replied with a shrug and a smile. 
"Your loss.  Come on kiddo."  

Stacey offered a hand to her son, which was eagerly
grasped.  And off they both started walking.

Ben just watched his wife and son walk away, while
whispering.  "Here's a secret.  I don't do roller
coasters either.  I like my feet firmly on the
ground."

Sara just smirked at that, not wanting to give away
the secret.  Waving to Stacey as she headed down the
stairs.

 "Do you mind keeping an eye on April for a few
minutes?"  Ben asked.

Sara just stared at him for a moment and blinked. 
"Um."  Was all she could manage as a reply.  For one
thing she wasn't sure she was up to that sort of
responsibility.  For another, who was she to be
entrusted with someone's child?

"I'll only be a minute."  Ben added, seeming to read
her apprehension.  "I just need to use the restroom. 
And she'll probably sleep the whole way through
anyway."

Sara nodded slowly, "Okay."

"Thanks."  He replied with a smile.  "I'll just be a
minute."  He repeated.

In the back of her mind the fantasy grew again.  She
knew it was crazy thoughts, but it was still harmless.
 April being their daughter, Ben being her husband. 
She was able to entirely write Stacey out of existence
in her fantasy world.  

She honestly didn't have anything against Stacey.  She
didn't hate her or think that Ben deserved better. 
They seemed pretty suited to each other actually.

Sara exhaled heavily as she watched Ben walk away,
disappearing down the wooden stairs.  She reached for
her backpack and pulled out her sketchpad.  She
decided she wanted something to remember the day from.
 

She sat back in the chair, putting her feet on the far
chair, and laid the pad down in her lap.  She just
stared at the face of the sleeping toddler for a few
long moments, before opening the pad to a random page
and starting to sketch.

"Wow."  The voice startled her, almost making her drop
her pencil.  She had been so engrossed in her
sketching that not only did she loose track of time,
she didn't even hear Ben's return.

Now he was leaning over her shoulder, looking at her
work.  She felt embarrassed and exposed, most of the
time she never even let her parents see her work.  Not
only that, she felt ashamed, like maybe sketching
Ben's daughter without permission might have been the
wrong thing to do.

"That really is incredible."  Leaning even closer. 
She could feel his breath on her ear, which was
probably just an innocent thing.  "You really are very
talented."

Ben withdrew slightly, moving to retake his seat. 
Sara pulled her feet off the other chair, using the
movement to try to hide her embarrassment as well as
put away her pad.

"Uh."  She commented as she tried to find words.  "She
didn't wake up or fuss at all."  

It was her best attempt to change the subject and
direct the attention somewhere else.

"I told you."  Ben smiled as he looked at April for a
moment, and then looked back at Sara.  He saw that she
was putting the pad away and asked, "May I see?"

Sara froze in her motions.  She wanted to say no, but
she really couldn't think of a reason to give.  Then
again, he seemed to honestly like what she had down. 
So she shrugged and passed the pad to him, inwardly
clenching her stomach in nervousness.

"Thank you."  He replied with a smile as he accepted
the pad.

Sara watched her nervousness growing as he opened the
pad.  He looked at the page slowly, carefully.  As if
he was trying to take it all in.  She didn't think the
picture was anything special though, just a landscape
she'd drawn back at home.

It was like that for the next few pages.  Ben would
look and examine.  Make little noises of approval. 
Then move onto the next page.

Sara didn't need to see what he was looking at; she
knew her own pad by heart.  When he got to the fifth
page, that's when she remembered what was only a
couple of pages away.

Her immediate reaction was to panic.  She wanted to
get the pad back before he saw, but wasn't sure how
to.

"Here."  She announced.  "Let me finish the picture of
April and you can have it.  Sort of like a souvenir."

She hoped a bit of bribery might get what she wanted. 

Ben glanced up at her and smiled.  "You're really
talented.  You should keep practicing.  You can only
get better."

His eyes dropped back down to the pad and he made no
movements to return it.  He turned the page and was
now looking at the sketches she had done of the
castle.

Sara's panic reached a fever pitch now.  He was only
one page away and she was at a loss for how to stop
him from going any further.  

She started to reach across the table for the pad,
trying to be casual about it.  "I didn't really finish
that one yet."

"I still like it."  He didn't even notice her hands,
prompting her to give up her effort.

Sara just sat there watching him, the nervousness
tying her stomach up into a note.  Everything seemed
to go in slow motion as he turned the page.

"Whoah."  Was Ben's wide eyed reaction as he stared at
page with his face and, more importantly, his butt
sketched on it.

Sara bit her lower lip, full expecting this to get
even more uncomfortable very quickly.

Ben glanced at her now, "When did you draw this?"  

Sara wasn't sure what to make of his tone.  Anger? 
Annoyance?  Embarrassment?  Confusion?

"This morning."  She replied with a shrug.  "I guess
while you guys were having breakfast."

"Oh."  He said, looking back down at the pad.  "Does
my butt really look like that?  I mean, if that is my
butt you were drawing?"

Sara looked at him, not sure if he was serious.  But
he looked up at her and met her eyes and she could see
that he was smiling.

"I mean, I don't want to presume."  He added, "I've
never seen my own butt.  Not from that angle anyway."

Sara's face broke into a smile and then she laughed,
not feeling half as embarrassed as she was just a few
minutes before.  

"Yes, it's your butt."  She managed to reply.  "I
haven't looked at any other butts today."

She watched as he looked back down at the drawing.  

"When you first came up to me, well, I didn't realize
you were married.."  Sara started to say in a more
hushed, serious tone.  "...And I just kind of...  Well, I
thought you were...  Well, hitting on me."

Ben looked at her and laughed, but cut back his
laughter quickly.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to
laugh...  Well, I did, but it's more laughing with you
than at you."

Sara frowned and nodding slowly.  She thought she
understood what he meant, sort of.

Ben closed the pad and shifted out of his seat and
into the seat next to her.  So that he wasn't sitting
directly across from her anymore.

"I mean, you're a very attractive..."  She could see
that he was about to say girl, his lips had moved into
the shape of the word, but instead, "...woman.  And I'm
honored.  And if I was ten years younger, I'd be all
over you."

Sara just nodded slowly, her eyes down on the table. 
She could feel her fantasies getting trampled down
inside her mind.  She knew they were just parts of her
imagination, but up until right now they still had a
hint of possibility to them.

Ben exhaled deeply now, "Hey, look.  I'm not upset. 
Not at all.  I've never had a stunningly beautiful,
highly intelligent, and obviously very talented woman
take the time to draw sketches of me.  Who wouldn't be
honored by that?"

Despite her best effort to remain sulking, the
compliments actually made Sara's stomach feel warm. 
She kept her head down, but glanced at him, whispering
"Thank you."

He lifted an arm, hesitated for a second, and then put
it around her.  Giving her a small hug.  Trying to
reassure her that it was okay.

In that one moment, Sara decided she was going to do
something.  Obviously this was going to be the last
time she was going to see him.  After the pad
incident, she couldn't fathom talking to Stacey again.

She felt like that gave her a bit of freedom.  If she
did the wrong thing, she'd just leave.  If she did the
right thing, she'd still leave afterwards.  They'd
never see each other again.  And it wouldn't ever
matter.

Sara slipped her hand off the table and placed it in
Ben's lap.  Not just anywhere in his lap either, right
in his crotch.  She just held her hand there, not
moving.

"Uh, Sara?"  Ben asked, more than a bit questioningly.
 The contact caught him by surprise, making him relax
the hug, but not let go of her.

Sara didn't reply though.  She just rubbed him
lightly, her fingers grasping him.  Trying to make out
his shape beneath the jeans.  She couldn't tell if he
was hard or not, but either way, she wanted to make
him that way soon.

"Sara?"  Ben repeated, still not moving.

"Shhh."  Sara whispered in reply, her eyes glancing
around the mostly empty dining room.  Checking to see
if anyone noticed what was going on.

She withdrew her hand slightly, causing Ben to gasp. 
But she kept her fingers in contact.  Trying to trace
his flesh, gauge his size.

"Sara."  Ben repeated, trying to sound a bit more
forceful, his voice just a whisper.  

"This isn't a good idea."  He started to say, but his
voice was cut off as Sara's fingers found his zipper
and drew it down.

"Sara."  He repeated, more urgently now.  Panic
starting to set into his mind.

"Shhh."  Sara repeated.  "I want to do this.  If you
really want me to stop, just say so.  And I won't say
a word about it to anyone."

She slipped into the opening in his jeans, fingers
slowly navigating their way through the cloth of his
boxers.

"You..."  He started to gasp out, feeling the steady
progress she was making.  "You don't need to do this."

"I know."  Sara whispered, her fingers finally finding
his flesh, grasping it lightly.  "I said I wanted to
do it."

With her hand wrapped around his cock, all of Ben's
resolve seemed to drain out of him.  She pulled him
gently, drawing his cock out of his jeans.

Ben had the presence of mind to use his foot to draw
the stroller closer to the table.  Blocking the view
of any nosey passerbys, should any show up.

With his cock free, Sara was able to stroke him up and
down.  It was a maneuver she'd gotten quite adept at
with her own boyfriend.  She could feel that he was
quite hard and judging by touch, he was considerably
bigger than the one boy she had done this with.  

Ben's arm clutched her shoulder even tighter now,
showing how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

She stroked him and then released her grip slightly,
letting her palm move over the head of his cock.  She
could feel his pre-cum stain her hand, which she then
rubbed back over his tip, making him gasp out in
pleasure.

"My boyfriend showed me how to do this."  She
whispered to him as her hand returned to stroke his
length up and down.  "I haven't let him fuck me or
anything like that, even though he keeps asking."

Ben tried to reply to her words, but all he managed
was a dull moan of her name.

Sara started to stroke him faster now.  She could feel
his breathing on her neck again, rapid, labored
breathes.  She started to move her hand even faster
now, using her thumb to rub his head on the up
strokes.

"Sara..."  Ben managed to groan out in a whisper. 
"..I'm gonna..."

He didn't manage to finish the words though.  Sara
felt his cock twitch, grow even harder, and then felt
the pulse of the cum shooting out of him.  The splash
of it hitting the under side of the table sounded like
surf breaking on the shore.  One splash, another, a
third, and then finally one last trickle.

Sara just held his cock in her hand as it slowly began
dwindling.  

For his part, Ben didn't move or say a word.  Trying
desperately to regain his breath.

Sara used her free hand to grab one of the clean
napkins, slipping it under the table and carefully
cleaning his cock off.  She then tucked it back into
his shorts, before drawing his zipper back up.  She
could feel his cooling cum start to drip off the
underside of the table and reached for more napkins to
stop it.

"Sara..."  Ben finally managed to croak out as she was
cleaning.  

"Yes?"  She asked as she used the last of the napkins
to clean her hand.

"Why?"  Ben asked, feeling a bit confused.

Sara shrugged slightly, "Because I wanted to?  Because
you're a nice guy?  And now I got to have a little bit
of you just for myself?"

She reached for her pad and delicately slipped it back
into her backpack.  She had every intention of leaving
now.

"We're staying at the Contemporary Resort."  Ben
started to say, his face still a mask of confusion. 
"Room 1723."

Sara just nodded to him, not really sure of what to
say in reply to that.  Hopping out of her seat and
leaning into the stroller just long enough to kiss
April's cheek, before heading towards the stairs.

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