Or maybe if she did she liked it. I let her in and can’t help but stare at her fine ass as she walks by me. “Where’s the kitchen?” I point her...in the right direction and follow her into the kitchen. She is looking stunning tonight in her jeans and tight low cut shirt. “Ah… I see you’re a fan of tequila.” Brittany says holding up one of my tequila bottles. “Ha… yes tequila is my drink of choice. Do you like it?” “Yes, I do it is my favorite as well. Screw the wine let’s do shots.” She tells me.. She searched for them and was looking at me. I felt guilty and was avoiding looking at her. She wanted to make some advances towards me. But I had my limitations. I cannot take any initiative.She made it a practice to make me give massage to various parts of her body, once her back, or hip, or thighs, or knee, or calf muscles. or shoulder muscles.. She made sure that I get full view of her boobs, or her pussy. All that I need to do was just extend my hand and touch it. I hesitated and waited. "Fuck! God damn motherfucking thing!" She sounded young, maybe my age or so."What's wrong?" I asked? "Can I help?" Never miss an opportunity to help a naked woman, you know!"I'm out of quarters, and I just got good and soaped up."I looked at my own stack of quarters, and I knew that if I gave her enough to restart the timer I might not have enough. What the hell, I figured. Nothing to loose by trying. "You could come over here and rinse off with me, if you like."She never even hesitated. "Okay,. ‘Something tells me though she knew I was out there,’ he thought to himself with a grin.He looked at the clock. It was only 7:30. He could have a cup of decaf out on the patio out back and see what transpires. He put his mug in the Keurig and put his socks away while his coffee brewed.Sitting out on the patio was his favorite thing to do on the warmer nights. He loved hearing the birds tweet their goodnights and if he was lucky he could hear a few tree frogs chirping in the park a couple of.