I took a solo backpacking trip through Portugal a few years ago. I woke up on my first morning at the hostel in Lisbon, grabbed some breakfast, and looked for a place at the long table in the center of the room. Sitting alone near the end was a curvy, blond-haired woman wearing a floral summer dress. She wasn’t a babe, but she certainly looked cute. Also she had pretty large breasts, which her low-cut top made quite obvious. I’m usually game for trying an opportunity, so I walked over and, with a friendly smile, I asked if I could sit across from her at the table. She said “Sure”, so I sat down. She had a cute smile, too.
I started up the conversation with something trivial, and we soon discovered that we had a couple of life facts in common. She wasn’t completely my type, and I wasn’t hers, but we had a certain fun chemistry together. I was a little tired that day, and I’m pretty sure that she caught me getting a look at her wonderful cleavage. I’m usually not that obvious (I think?), but at any rate, she didn’t react to it, and the conversation continued. I chalked it up to my tiredness or horniness plus not really caring too much. The conversation progressed. She mentioned that she was divorced, and had a child who was spending some vacation days with his father overseas. This was her travel time – time to herself to relax and enjoy.