Everyday I walk half way home from work for exercise before catching the bus. At the transit station there is this homeless guy that sells water bottles out of a cooler. He's very kind, cheery, polite, respectful and seemingly "normal" whatever that is. I have never seen him have times where I think he might have a mental illness nor addiction. Honestly, I can't figure out why he is homeless. After months of hellos and social niceties, we eventually started talking while I wait for the bus. We talk about current authors (Malcolm Gladwell is a favorite), politics and philosophy. I've come right out and asked him what his barriers are to having a home and job. The answer was vague mostly he was saying that he likes living in his tent and having his freedom. This man is tall, mocha skinned, green-eyed, muscles and somehow he ends being clean-cut and very attractive. Every time I would catch myself flirting I would think "what the hell am I doing? Am I going to have a relationship with a man who lives in a tent?" Nonetheless I can't stop thinking about him. I have a lofty executive job and am around handsome, stable available men everyday yet I when I'm alone in bed I think about him. Last night folks from the office stopped off for happy hour and by the time I got to the bus station I was a little tipsy, but not drunk. My friend and I got to talking and we ended up on a park bench still talking 4 hours later. The conversation became hotter and flirtier... his hands worked out the stressful knots in my neck and eventually found their way up my skirt. It was a decadent sensual thrilling evening! He brought me to orgasm right there discreetly in the park! However, I cannot sleep with him and now I don't know if I need to change bus stops? He's human, has a big heart and I don't want to hurt anyone. I would like to just have repeats of last night on occasion but I know in the heat of the moment things always escalate. I can't stop thinking about his beautiful body and big hands touching me....