Blue jeans, boots and what ever couldn't be worn to school or church went in the back locker. These lockers (the front and back) were separated by a r...om that had a gang shower, a row of commodes and some urinals. No partitions and I thought to myself "man, everyone will see me naked." This scared me some and I was brought out of my worries when Pop Smith handed me a towel and wash cloth. He looked at me in a stoic fashion, "Git ya a shower" he ordered as he turned and walked out of the locker. She was pushing a trolley full of groceries. Her legs looked shapely in a sheer film of tan-coloured nylon; in my imagination she was wearing stockings rather than tights, though I knew this was highly unlikely. Her skirt reached mid-way down her thighs, and its hem flicked enticingly against their backs as she walked. Her heels were high, causing her hips and shapely bottom to roll in a way that drew my eye – and, I noticed, the eyes of some other blokes, too. Her pin-stripe jacket fitted her. “Steve, may I please borrow you for second?” she said in her efficient, clipped English.I excused myself from the group and we headed to a quieter part of the bar.“Its been great working with you and now the project is finished and we are not working together, I wondered….are you free to meet me in Berlin next week? I want you to fuck me.” Another instant quality erection. I nearly choked on my Havana 7 yr Cuban Rum.She smiled at my discomfort, glancing at my rock hard erection. No report to. Bonnie felt eerily funny. She was somehow over the years become the odd one in the crowd. She was now the hottie whose age one couldn’t be sure was more than 36, alone, yet with an unchallenged beauty and a complexion evocative of the sky’s tint laid by recently retreated summer sun. She had walked through the crowd with the idea of tiring herself out before deciding for a nice restaurant. After a few hundred meters of swimming through the flesh, she noticed them… A young couple kissing.