I noticed several guys giving me admiring glances. So did Roland. He seemed very happy about it. I was attracting far more attention than usual. I kne... that I would sometimes flash my bum when I leaned forward to examine one of the bikes, but some of the guys were really staring. When I noticed a second guy walk straight into one of the exhibition stands because he was staring at me, I asked Roland, “Am I showing too much ? What’s different ?”My denim waistcoat has no sleeves. Roland told me. The fine water spray patters her chest with just a touch of cool as she absent-mindedly soaps her hips and legs.“So, what if I do it with a friend?” she asks, shy again.“Turn around. Let me wash you back,” I said, hoping to help her relax while keeping my own growing desire in check. She turns around and, after lathering my hands, I rub her back up and down, spreading the sleek soapiness all over. Her neck and shoulder muscles are tight, perhaps from the exercise, perhaps from renewed stress.. I quickly wet round the shop and soon had all items in my basket other than the condoms that I now realised were kept behind the cashier.I went and joined the queue and eventually reached the cashier.'Please can I have a box of extra small condoms?'The woman behind me erupted into laughter whilst the girl behind the till tried her best to keep her face straight.'Sorry' she said 'we only do normal ones'I paid and bagged my goods and went to make my way home.As I was leaving the store a man. I might have to rethink that after I finish with the dishes.Buck returns, and I confess that I don’t notice him until I feel his wet nose leave a cold print on my butt. I startle and am about to turn and tell him to stop it, but he just as quickly gives me a lick with his wet, much warmer tongue, and with amazing agility, it snakes between my barely-parted legs. The reprimand I’d been planning is immediately forgotten, and I lean heavily against the counter, surprised by the sensation. It is.