I met my step grandparents who lived in St. Petersburg just south of Tampa. They were nice as well and said I could visit anytime. Most of the kids we...e out of the house except for the youngest cousin, Vicki, who was still older than me. Vicki lived in Longwood and went to Lyman High. She would be a senior this year. We would be in the same grade if I hadn't jumped ahead. She was cute but her interests were different from mine. She said we should get together sometime. I told her to stop by any. They were going to tear out my kitchen, replace the flooring there and in the living room and down the hallway. They were going to build out the wall and build a counter top along that wall along with a seating booth at the far end near the back door. The booth would face the kitchen prep area so that anyone sitting there could watch. It was going to be pretty cool.I was told to expect workers first thing Monday morning. That of course would mean that I have to get thing put away, packed away. I swam anyways, and the headed to the steam room. I did this a few times and was feeling good. I allowed myself to pull out my dick in the steam room and get sweaty while stroking, hoping someone would come in, but no on ever did. And then, during my last round in the pool, a guy came down who was around my age (45) with a bit more silver in his hair, but very fit. At least he seemed so in his shirt and red trunks. He took off his shirt, laid it across one of the lounges in the pool and came. Now I hardly dared go out on the street. Only the time shown on my watchdrove me outside.I would have liked to walk with long steps, but the skirt was tooconfining for that. It wasn't really all that narrow, it was simply thatmy strides were too long. With shorter steps I gradually calmed down. Itwas a kind of mantra, walking with normal shorter steps produced abackground for the unaccustomed clamour of the hard soles; it was a kindof mantra. In addition to that came the feeling of the skirt as.