‘Wow! Can I touch it, Barbara?’ his hand was already reaching across my chest. ‘I guess, if you want to,’ as I looked down to watch his hand l...y gentle upon it. He closed his eyes for a second and a grateful sigh escaped from his lips. His hand was soft and his touch was gentle as he placed the nipple between his fingers. I could feel a bolt of electricity shoot throughout my body as my nipple began to harden and stand erect in the bright summer sunlight. He kissed me, but it was one of those. " What's a suspender belt Grandma?" I asked."You'll see darling. The Americans call them garter belts but I comefrom old England. Come along Pet, lets see what you like the best."I smiled as Grandma shortened my name from Petra to Pet. Pet served as anickname and a term of endearment. I felt really happy as we steppedinside the shop and I surveyed all the spectacular racks and displays ofthe most luscious lingerie. 'Was I really being allowed such adelightful choice,' I asked myself, hardly. At least, I hadn’t thought of that, but that’s a nice answer.’ She lowered her voice – she had a nice warm alto voice – and added: ‘and I think so, too, that we’re not just bunnies.’ I nodded in agreement, appreciating that we both felt the same way, but then she surprised me with a grin and a brighter tone, saying: ‘But it sure is fun being one, … the week before midsummer night.’ I laughed and agreed to that, too, and she laughed with me. And then we were about to leave, but I suggested. ?What is it,? she thought, ?about guys and roads? You?d think it was a test of manhood or something.?She looked at her watch. It was almost 1:30. They?d left the apartment about 10 AM for a romantic weekend in the country. If he?d been willing to let her navigate, they?d have gotten to the bed and breakfast already. But no! She was only a real estate broker, used to reading sub-division maps and to checking out prospective properties all over the county. He was a _Man_, with a man?s.