Being too young to dry myself off and get dressed on my own, my mother would take me into the female change rooms with her so she could help me get ch...nged, and I remember being very interested in watching the other women enter the room and change into and out of their swimwear too. In my young innocence, I even remember my mother telling me off for staring at them! In response, the women would often give me a little smile or polite laugh as they stripped nude to head for a shower or dry off.. Bye." What was that about?" I asked suspiciously, wondering why my father had called him instead of me."Oh, he just-" we were interrupted again by another call, though he seemed confused this time. "Hello, Claire," he said warily."Oh, great," I sighed and almost ran my fingers through my hair, remembering just in time what my hair looked like.Whatever she was saying had his eyes going round and a grin splitting his face."Seriously, no kidding?" he asked as he pulled out onto the driveway."What. Leaning back and stretching causing her shirt to almost lose control as her breasts thrust outwards. I was experiencing a little discomfort myself as a part of me expanded in response to what was by now some expert teasing. I tried to move "myself'" to a more comfortable position. My surruptitious movements didn't go unnoticed as I looked over and saw her looking down at my obvious arousal with a knowing smile in her eyes and an ear to ear grin she asked "need some help down there", rendered. But after a bit, things seemed to settle into a rhythm, and I didn't mind it at all. In fact, I had to admit, it was pretty relaxing! I said as much to Rob, who simply smiled and said, "Told you so." We rode slowly for some time, insects buzzing in the distance, the evening sun warm on our backs.Eventually, Rob indicated that we ought to be heading back. "Want to get up some speed?" he asked impishly."I don't know, I'd better..." Oh, stop being such a chickenshit! Just hang on tight. HEEYAHH!".