His hands quickly unbutton my jeans and he slides my pants and panties down to the ground. My hands rest on his shoulders to keep balance, as he helps...me step out of my clothes. He quickly starts rubbing me dry with a soft towel. He slides it up and down my arms, breasts, tummy, then skips down to my legs and feet. He looks into my eyes and then slides the towel up my legs to my sweet spots. Gingerly, he blots my pussy dry with the towel, his eyes never leaving mine. Getting a good look at him. Her features froze, her shoulders squared, and her smile blossomed.“Hello!” She said. He was tall. She liked tall. A bit too square. That bruised eye and cast made him look more a vagrant than a warrior. “It’s Owen, right?”“It is,” he said. He had that glasses French bimbo at his side. Val ignored Giselle. “Um ... I’m thinking Valerie? Frieda told me and I forget.”“Just Val.” She said. “Are you looking for Kirk?”“No.” He shook his head and smiled. “I’m looking for you.”“Me?”“Yeah.” He slipped. "Okay. Answer me truthfully. Hypothetically, if I were to ask you out on a date, would you go out with me?"Her lips turned up slightly, and I thought she was going to break out into laughter, and reveal that she was not actually in the trance in which she professed to be. I stiffened myself involuntarily for some sort of rebuff.Instead of derisive laughter, she just uttered, rather dreamily, "Mmmmm...probably."Hmmmm, I thought. I continued, "I'm not going to ask you to do anything you don't. "I've been thinking" you say, peeking from behind the bedroom door, "Maybe we could try anal for the first time" and you then opened the door, revealing yourself to be wearing your black laced underwear, a bra and skimpy g-string that I always loved seeing on you, and in the bedroom doorway you turn around, baring your ass to me and you seductively slap your own ass as you then beckoned me inside."So, how do you want to do this?" I ask."You really have to ask?" you respond."What I mean is, what.