I was sitting alone in a large wicker armchair in the restaurant of a large hotel. The place was crowded, but there was ample space between tables. All tables were covered with table-clothes of a rich terracotta color. A bubbly woman in her early forties whom I had just met joined me. On the short side, she had an old-fashioned hairdo that reminded me of America in the Fifties or Sixties. Plump and shapely, she wore a skimpy bikini. I wore only swimming trunks, too. She nestled herself on the edge of the creaky armchair between my legs and started to show me some kind of newspaper cartoon that was supposed to help me learn her language. I think it was Hebrew, but it could have been German, as well. Pointing first at some kind of slope in one of the drawings, she proceeded by pointing at her shapely breasts, which I could see pretty well over her shoulders. I remember that her hair was stiff with hairspray. I started caressing her thighs, hips, and stomach. Slightly tanned, her skin felt delicious under my hands. Glancing at the neighboring tables, I tried to figure out how far I could go by gauging how much they could see under the tablecloth on our table. As no-one was looking our way, anyhow, I reached ever deeper into her bikini under her warm belly. Then she reached with her hand behind her back, and I realized I was already very big. When she touched my penis through my trunks, I realized in panic that I was about to come. I woke up just in time to ejaculate in the palm of my hand. My orgasm was open and free, and my semen poured out in profusion. As I scampered to my feet on my way to the bathroom, I felt rather fortunate. I come like this at most once every ten years.