" I headed upstairs to the loft with my rucksack, and soon found my swim trunks. I changed, and headed back down stairs. I finished my beer, and got a...other. I took a long swallow of it, and decided that it wasn't going to last very long, so I grabbed two more from the fridge to take to the deck with me. I flipped the switch on the wall, and the tub roared to life. I slipped one foot, then the other over the side, and sunk in to the bubbling warm cauldron of relaxation. I put my two extra beers. Monica leans into you and licks it with you, kissing and licking the plug. I put my hand to my cock, starting to stroke it through my shorts as the two of you enjoy licking and sucking the plug. A big black F350 truck with two people in the cab and a guy in a cowboy hat on the driver side door, pull along side. The driver is in his late twenties and he looks down at the two of you in the back seat. He gets his speed dialed to mine. I see you looking at him as you suck on the butt plug, you tell. ......................................Damn, I was so nervous. But why? I knew him, didn't I?I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment. Naked. He had very specifically said naked. I fingered the hem of my shirt and knew there was no way I could meet him not wearing anything. It would be easier to learn to fly.I hefted my suitcase onto the bed and looked inside. Ok, what would be a good compromise?I spotted my spaghetti-strapped mini dress. He'd loved the pics. I also discovered it was another method of intense, non-verbal communication, not unlike making love. We didn’t neglect that either. As difficult as it was at first, the learning itself was a delight. My great grandfather had been a young man in the era of the big bands. Ballroom dancing was what they did and I had the good fortune to dance with him when I was young. He danced like he was born doing it, but I guess that’s what practice will do for you. I knew some waltz, fox trot, swing. But I.