“I forgot to grab a towel, will you bring me one?”Your smiling face appears next to the open shower door. “I’d be happy to, babe, but it’s g...nna cost you.”I roll my eyes. I can’t possibly bargain with you at 5:30 in the morning. “What?” I whine, but you’re gone. Off to get my towel, I hope. A minute later, the shower door opens again and you step in with me, naked, your erection giving away the nature of your thoughts and clueing me in to the cost of forgetting my towel.Your cocky smile melts. You look great." Dan smiled and blushed as she left him to get the rest of his clothes on.He locked his door and returned to his mirror to admire himself somemore. He placed both hands over his chest, feeling the silky fabric andpretending he had real boobs. He circled his index fingers around hisnipples, making them hard and erect. Now his right hand found the rodthat was growing in the panties, still watching himself in the mirror. "I'm a girl," he was thinking to himself, "I think I like. Reaching the end near where her father lounged, Noriko pulled herself up the ladder, stepping up onto the sun warmed concrete patio. She was dressed in a blue bikini that showed off her figure, the same slim Asian hourglass figure her mother had, the figure she'd grown into as she'd gone into her teens, and now as a young women, turned heads. Noriko knew she was a head turner, and didn't mind the attention, though she'd gotten a rep as a bit picky, she'd never let a guy see her naked, let alone. Each night a sexual scenario played vividly within his mind. In the lonely man’s younger days, his greatest pleasure came from the oral explorations of his dear departed wife. She was gone now, dying suddenly from a heart attack a decade ago. He could not imagine trying to replace the woman who had filled his life with joy and wonderment for nearly a quarter of a century. Once the pain of his loss melted away, he tried to find a suitable partner to fill the void left after the death of.