He compared all of his nudist experiences and began to compare the personal packages of all the men who walked by. I mentioned that she had never show... much interest in dicks but had shown a fascination with balls. She was shocked that I mentioned such a personal thing. Seemed pretty tame to me, situation considered.The "artist" finished the portrait. The second pal told him that he should go back to whatever the previous endeavor had been. I thought it was okay. I did realize that he had. I had to concentrate so that my dick wouldn’t shoot up, because it seemed like a doctor’s visit and kind of odd that I’m in this room naked with a stranger. She reached across my lap to touch my left arm while brushing my semi hard on in my crotch. She spoke, it was beautiful to hear her voice, so smooth and sensual that my heart started to race. Her loosely clad gave me an eye full to see her small nipples touching the soft fabric. I finally figured out what she was saying through my drunken. Uh...”“Well, chill out, I’m playin’ nice here,” Kelly rebuked, shoving the errata within her purse around in frustration. She’d packed light for the convention, and the only concealer she had with her was a touch too dark for Stephanie’s face.“Somethin’ happen to like, make you like that, or have you always been this way?” Kelly asked offhandedly.“...Something happened. A long time ago,” Stephanie answered quietly, staring off towards the corridor entrance where the forgotten plush capture ball. If he had any doubts they slipped away, and soon they were tongue wrestling like long time lovers. He ran his hands over her body, unclasped her blouse in the back and slowly peeled it open exposing her smooth skin. She leaned back reached down and grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head. Dave wrapped his hands around her neck and bought her head down to re-new their kissing. As their lips met he reached around behind her and opened the zipper on her skirt. As it slid to the floor he took.