Sharon Jefferson prepared to go down for her evening meal at the hotel, but she was much more interested in what would be happening later in the evening.
Sharon, aged fifty-two, was a tour guide/courier on a coach that was currently in Scotland, and later that evening, she was due to have a drink, and almost certainly a fuck, with one of the coach passengers.
Sharon had, in the past, occasionally had sex with passengers from the tour on which she was working, but in more recent times, most nights on tour had been spent getting shagged by the coach driver, Dave Trinder.
That worked fine until Dave's wife found out what was going on between her forty-year-old husband and the older tour guide, and Lisa Trinder had contacted the coach company management. Lisa's demands for Sharon to be sacked were not met, but management did agree that Dave and Sharon would never work tours together again.
The schedule was reworked, and as of now, Sharon would normally be paired with Clare Murdoch as the driver, something that pleased neither woman. Sharon and Clare were both professional enough, and good enough at their jobs, to not allow their dislike for each other to impact their work, and, therefore, their passengers.
This was the second evening of what was a five-day/four-night tour, and already from Sharon's point of view, things were going better than she had feared.
Sharon had got herself fucked by a twenty-something barman at the hotel in which the first night was spent, so life was not so bad after all.
During this second day at a scheduled photo stop and again at a stop in a small Scottish town, Sharon had flirted with a passenger from her coach, Tony Fuller, and the outcome of the flirting was that Tony would buy Sharon a drink in their hotel that evening, with the likelihood of sex to follow.
Tony had originally booked the holiday with his then-fiancee, but there had been a major falling out, and his wife-to-be cancelled their engagement and her holiday, so Tony decided to travel alone.
Tony had fancied Sharon just about since he first saw her the previous day, and he was very aroused by the thought of the upcoming fuck that they seemed destined to have.
Sharon had not brought clothing with her to make herself look good in the evenings, because she did not think that she would need to. She put on jeans and a T-shirt, although she put more makeup on than she normally would whilst away on a working trip.
Tony put on a black shirt with the top three buttons undone and a gold medallion on display, and black trousers. Initially, he would be at a table for six with other coach passengers, but he was not dressing for them.
"Oh look, John Travolta is here," joked Peter, one of the five others at the table when Tony arrived.
Tony was a bit embarrassed, but not offended, and joined in the laughing.
"You going to show us some disco dancing?" asked Jane, Peter's wife.
"Maybe I have overdone it," said Tony, doing up the lowest of his undone shirt buttons.
"You look fine," reassured Susan, another woman at the table.
Tony looked around the restaurant in search of Sharon, but he would not have been able to see her from his table because she and Clare were at a table in an overflow area away from where hotel guests were seated.
Clare wondered what Sharon had planned for later, although she had quite a good idea because she was certainly not made up like that just to eat with Clare. It was certainly not approved of for coach personnel to fraternise with passengers, but it was not strictly forbidden. Clare thought that Sharon was made up for fraternising, but Clare had no idea who with.
"Are you going to the bar?" Sharon asked Clare when their meals were finished, hoping and suspecting that she would say no.
"No, I am going to my room to watch TV for a while and then have an early night; see you in the morning," replied Clare.
"Yeah, see you in the morning," said Sharon.
Tony had finished his meal but remained at the table as the others sitting with him finished their desserts.
"See you in the bar later, Tony?" asked Peter.
"Probably," replied Tony, hoping that by the time Peter and his wife came to the bar, he would be in a room with Sharon.
Tony and Sharon had not specified a time to meet, just that they would do it, so Tony was unsure whether Sharon would go straight to the bar after the evening meal.
Sharon did go straight to the bar, and she got herself a soft drink. A few minutes later, she was delighted to see Tony walk in; she thought he looked very sexy. Tony had again undone the third button on his shirt.
"Well, hello to you," smiled Sharon, hoping that Tony fucked as good as he looked.
"Hi," said Tony, feeling a bit self-conscious, like it was a first date, which in a way, it was.
"I was wondering if you fancied a walk in the hotel grounds," said Sharon, wanting to get her hands on the thirty-something man, but not wanting to fuck just yet.
"Sure, it is a nice evening," replied Tony.
Sharon finished her soft drink and left the bar, with Tony following. She knew that his eyes would be on her arse in her quite tight jeans.
They walked past some other passengers from the coach, nodding and smiling to them, although with Tony a little way behind Sharon, it was not obvious that they were together.
Once they got out of the hotel, Sharon kept walking, heading for a secluded part of the hotel grounds. Tony walked behind, still watching her arse.
Sharon reached a wooded area and stopped.
"I would just like to say that you look very sexy," said Sharon.
"Thanks, a bloke on my table said I looked like John Travolta," replied Tony, now only a couple of paces away from Sharon.
"I am looking forward to seeing your moves later," said Sharon, putting a hand on Tony's chest, his quite exposed chest.
"You are unbelievably hot, Sharon," said Tony, moving to Sharon and kissing her.
The kiss was returned with interest, and soon they were snogging with hands sliding up and down backs before Tony's hands settled on Sharon's buttocks. Their bodies ground together, and Sharon could feel Tony's stiffness pressing against her.
"Mmmmm, I am so looking forward to the next couple of hours or so," said Sharon, massaging Tony's bulge through his trousers.
"I nearly came in my underwear earlier when we talked; if you keep doing that, I am going to make a mess," panted Tony.
"When you cum, I want it to be inside me," replied Sharon.
"I have some rubbers in my room," said Tony.
"Nope, I want you to fuck me bareback," said Sharon.
"Do you want to go to my room now?" asked Tony.
"Let's walk our dinner off a bit first," suggested Sharon.
"Okay," responded Tony.
They walked on hand-in-hand, with frequent stops for kissing and groping.
"Are you married, Sharon?" asked Tony during one of the stops, although he had seen that she wore no wedding ring.
"No, divorced," replied Sharon.
"I was due to get married in about two months," said Tony.
"Yeah, you told me earlier that your engagement was off; how do you feel about that?" responded Sharon.
"Okay now, the flare-up that we had suggests it would not have worked," said Tony.
"I think it is good that you went ahead with your holiday without her," said Sharon, Tony's fiancee, as she was then, had originally also booked.
