She looked up surprised—didn't know I was coming, eyes widening as she saw me with Brittany. She tried quick to cover her nipples—hard and poking obvious through the thin top—but it only pushed her huge tits together more, making the view hotter.
Brittany, in her usual tiny shorts and tight vest—the ones I'd peeled off her countless times—grinned wicked, closing the distance to me.
"Why'd you call me here?" I asked low, voice rough, eyes flicking between them—both half-dressed, roomette small and private, train rocking gentle.
Brittany stepped close, hand sliding to my bulge again. "Because we couldn't wait till the beach," she whispered, glancing at Gloria. "And Gloria's been dying to meet you properly."
Gloria blushed deep but didn't look away—biting her lip, thighs pressing together.
"Hey, I was about to eat dinner," I said, voice rough but not convincing anyone. "I don't have time for this now."
