As soon as Tina walked up to the coach that morning, she clocked Bob. Tina had daddy issues. And through his dark sunglasses, the huge, married daddybear of a man clocked her too. Bob had driven coach tours for Mason Coaches for 17 years and enjoyed the occasional piece of eye candy, but this 5'8" blonde was a stunner. White flowing dress down to just below the thigh, no bra, (and hopefully no panties either!), legs that went on for miles. She took his breath away.
"Good morning Sir, I'm on your coach please," she smiled. Their hands brushed as she handed him her small case, and his cock began showing signs of life.
"Good morning Madame, I'm Bob! I'll take that from you. Welcome aboard. Step on up." He winked at her. Was it the wink from the salt and pepper haired daddy that made her wet, and ensured she was sat directly in his eyeline on the coach? For her, yes, but he didn't need to know that yet.
Bob managed to make eye contact a few times with Tina on the first day's journey from London to the Lake District National park. It was mostly while he was doing the introduction and safety talk at the beginning of the trip, but as the miles passed, and his gazes increased, he was sure the top of Tina's white dress was getting lower. He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the route.
After 5 hours of driving on mostly the M40 and M6, the coach pulled up outside Lakes Hotel and Spa, in Bowness-On-Windermere. Bob climbed down from the coach and began unloading bags and cases from the underside of the vehicle. The 30 or so passengers disbanded from the coach and crowded around for their belongings. A receptionist from the hotel emerged with a clipboard, greeted Bob, and he handed her a folded list of names from his shirt pocket. She then returned inside, ready to book everyone in.
Tina was the last to take her case. Intentionally? Yes. She wandered inside as Bob closed the coach side and moved it into the designated parking area. He couldn't get her out of his head. Hopefully she'd be in the bar later and he could buy her a drink. He had played around over the years, mostly with massage parlour whores, but he knew this one wouldn't look at him twice.
Tina was finishing with the receptionist as Bob entered the building. She picked up her case, gave him a cheery "I'm Tina! Hope to see you later," and wandered over to the lift. She knew she left him open mouthed. As she waited she could head Bob asking if the hot tub would be open this afternoon. The receptionist confirmed it would, and Bob made some comment about his aching back as the lift doors opened, and Tina walked in.
Half an hour from parking the bus, Bob was joyfully lowering his big hairy 59 year old frame into the bubbling hot waters of the hotel's communal hot tub. A beer at his side, he was in absolute bliss. Hoping that nobody else would come in, he closed his eyes and began enjoying the peace.
A few minutes later, Bob's eyes shot open. Tina was barging cheerfully into the room, wrapped in a large beach towel. "Hi, I hope you don't mind, I heard you mention the hotel had this to the receptionist and my feet are killing me. Shouldn't have stayed in my heels for the journey. Note to self," she laughed. She was very aware she was gabbling. She was also very aware of how wet she was for the big sexy daddy bear that was sat grinning at her from across the hot tub.
Tina pulled off the towel to reveal a tiny bikini: a top that barely hid the big beautiful nipples on her incredibly large, sexy breasts, and a thong that would never have hidden any hair, had there been any. She climbed into the hot tub and sat directly opposite Bob, stretching her legs out, and circling her feet, one at a time, above the water.
Returning her feet to the water as the pair chatted and laughed, Bob offered to phone Room Service for a glass of wine for Sarah. She readily accepted his offer and stretched her body out in the bubbles. Her foot rubbed against Bob's hairy leg. She kept it there. As the chat continued, Tina moved her foot up against the side of Bob's swim shorts.
Bob eventually took hold of Tina's foot and began to massage it. The feeling was incredible. Tina arched her back and moaned with relief. She lifted her other leg to Bob's other hip, and used her neck and shoulders to keep herself level. Bob's hands were rough and strong, and felt incredible on her feet, toes and ankles. "How's that baby?," Bob dared.
"Incredible Daddy," came the breathy reply.
Bob moved slowly up and around Tina's calf muscle and relished in the low moans coming from the beauty in his hands. The conversation had all but stopped, and both were breathing heavily. Bob's cock was rock hard, and he had a feeling he'd be getting his way with her during the trip. Moving forward, Bob, began to massage Tina's upper leg. His hand reached under her and began caressing her right ass cheek.
this continued for several minutes before reaching forward, Tina wrapped herself round Bob, and began kissing him. Their tongues discovered each other and they explored each other's mouth's greedily as a waiter knocked and entered with Tina's wine. Bob looked over Tina's shoulder, and thanked the young guy. "No problem," he replied, putting down the wine glass, "I'll put the Out of Order sign up." Bob winked and went back to kissing his sexy blonde.
