“We’re on the other side of the commercial park.” John reasoned. “We’re better off looking like we belong here than just running away. Tuck ...our hair up, and smear some grease on your cheeks.”“Do it.” He ordered when she hesitated.She sighed, but took the rag he proffered and rubbed it on her face.“Good.” He approved. “Now remember, you belong here. You’re just doing your job. You’re in no hurry.”Visibly calming herself, she got out and hit the control panel to raise the door. John maneuvered. And for the rest of the dance, they do just stare into each other’s eyes.When the song ends, a shudder passes through each as they return to whatever place they just were in and return to the table. Through the meal, they do join the general conversation, but more often than not, they return to their own private talk. Dancing a few more dances as the rest of the table does, when Donald and Emma say their goodnights, the two are left at the table alone.Joseph suggests, “Let go over to the bar. She was purposely laying close, so that our faces were practically touching. Our bodies were also dangerously close. Her nipples brushed against my chest."Are you mad?" I finally asked.She frowned. "Why would I be mad?" You know, about this morning."She paused. "Let's not talk about it right now. Let's just lay here quietly, and not say anything."I thought she meant we were to lay still, but in a few seconds I felt her fingers wrap around my dick. I jumped, not expecting her warm grip. She. And a few moments later, even though I hadn'tanswered my own questions, I found myself in the bathroom spreading thestrange-smelling cream on my legs. There was plenty of cream left in thetube, so I spread it on my underarms as well. My chest wasn't very hairy,but there were a few dark hairs around my nipples so I spread the creamthere as well. In the mirror I could see the reflection of cream spreadin two areas where my breasts would be if I were female. The thoughtstruck me that the cream.