He didn’t bother to wrap up with his towel. He was just standing in front of his open locker rubbing lotion on his arms and body. I went about my bu...iness. When I got my locker open, he spoke to me. “This stuff’s great for the skin,” he said. When I turned around to respond he was already looking at me. He was standing there, stroking his now lotion covered cock. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there for a second… staring at it. He caught me again, just like in the shower. I was. “I told you not to forget your face,” he added intimately. His eyes seemed to darken, his voice just a little too passionate to be talking about sunblock. It seemed he was recalling our morning encounter as well. But I knew it wasn’t the sun making me glow. The hot flush of my face after my beach orgasm hadn’t gone away all day. I had reapplied sunblock multiple times, afraid the sun was getting to me. I had also refilled my bottle several times to keep hydrated. These were all things that. .I knew that if I paid the manager some dollars; Anita would be invited up onto the stage with the male dancers for an up close and personal session. It would be funny to watch that…There inside, couples were already dancing on the dance floor; there were also many women surrounding the large stage and dancing with each other in pairs.Ana grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.She was wearing a worn a loose skirt and blouse, a light material. This made it easier for her to dance with. "Good...now we have to workon your hair."Russ was studying to be a hairdresser. He thought that was one of thebiggest reasons people in his school thought he was gay. However, inthis situation it would serve him well.I had kept my brown hair pretty long as was the style. It was down tomy neck and shoulders. Russ sat me down in a chair and started workingon my hair. "Don't worry, everything I do can be changed back to makeyou look normal."He did some trimming and tugging and curling. I couldn't.