Now, boy, did I get some looks! And smiles and chuckles and, and, and."Very nice car," I told her.Wow, a Caddy! Cloth seats, AC, a radio with a wonder...bar! (For you folks that are to young, a wonder bar was the first search and scan gizmo invented for a car radio.) V8 engine! Automatic transmission! Very nice car! I was pleased to say the least to be able to ride in this vehicle.We got in and she told me to fasten my seat belt. (Not done in those days for most people. Optional equipment back. And my, did I enjoy my first trip to the Ladies Room. Though, that is one that I won’t be sharing with you. A few more trips into the Ladies Room and I became aware that suddenly, I preferred it. The women so much more friendly there, the solidarity when a guy entered the room, the joy as he was successfully kicked… Ahhh. This was more my style. Then one day a little while after I first entered, a name I remembered from the regular chat rooms from before I took a break on Lush… You know who. Each with anattachment. Shaking my head, I opened the first and began scrolling throughthem.The first one bore the message, "How's this?" The photo attached was aselfie taken in front of her bedroom mirror. In the image, Sarah's hip wascocked to the side in a sassy pose while the rest of her body was adornedin a mint green string bikini that tied in little bows at the hips.The following messages, language-wise, only said. "Or this." The rest wasanother photo.Sarah in a red bikini. Sarah in a. Once his cock was standing tall again, she stood up and grabbed her wand. With a flick of her wrist, warm air began jetting from the end of it. “Iz zis what you meant?” she teased as she directed the warm air across his body. It only took seconds for the air to dry most of him, but she took care to do his arse and crotch with the same care he had taken with hers. She dropped the towel from her hair onto the floor and sauntered back toward the bedroom. “Coming?” she said with a glance over.