...you know what I like," I said as my hand started to move more rapidly on my throbbing erection. "Just a little more and you'll get a nice big rewar...." Mmmmmmm," she let out a low moan of anticipation " mmmmmm " and I could hear her make loud wet smooching noises against my enflamed cockhead as she sucked voraciously at my surging cock. Her tongue and sucking lips were working their magic and I felt my balls drawing up close to my body as she cradled them gingerly in her cupping hand. "OH. They might guess. Or even accuse me.But winter was approaching. I would probably be wearing long pantsanyway. Returning to the bathroom, I picked up the razor and shavingcream I used for my face. I stripped naked and got into the shower. Isprayed my legs with hot water before lathering up one leg just above theankle. Slowly I dragged my razor from my ankle about an inch toward myknee. The razor cleared away the shaving cream leaving behind a lot ofhair. I looked at the razor and saw a bunch of. So, I pulled her off the main dance floor, and up into the glass-enclosed bar above, so we could talk a bit and still watch everything. Something told me all this happiness was forced.But the bar is where it all went wrong. After we did our second shot, I saw trouble coming. And her name was Angie. Angie and I dated briefly, like, one night, and it was horrible. Horrible enough to keep me away from women for a while. And I completely forgot this is where Angie hung out. And where we. Suddenly, she cut the kiss short, placing her palms on my chest. Her eyes narrowed with a wicked grin. We watched each other intently for a few seconds before she moved again, her hands reaching for the buttons of my shirt. There was that delicious smirk again. She began to pop my buttons out, peeling my shirt away to expose my chest. I glanced nervously towards the door and heard her tut. “Not scared, are you?” she asked, giggling quietly. She opened the top of my shirt to access my chest,.