The scent of my skin sends a jolt of arousal through your entire body, evocative of sweet honeydew melon and cucumbers, the smell of summertime. I le...n forward in the tub, my head tilting forward to expose the nape of my neck, inviting your kiss. You set your champagne flute down and kneel, leaning forward to brush your lips against the soft fragrant skin of my neck, your other hand sliding down the skin of my arm. A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel your cock swell, the blood rushing. He had a hold on one corner of the map, the side closest to me, and he lifted it for me to take a look.It was then that I realized that his pants were down around his knees and the movement of his hand was him jacking himself with the map covering himself. He continued lifting the map up further exposing his cock to my eyes. I giggled and smiled, acting like I had not seen him jerking off, leaned further into the car, and started pointing at the map in various places, pushing the map down so. . and the oddest idea of what tasted good ... like dill pickles in ranch dressing ... or strawberry ice cream and raspberry jam topped with chocolate sauce ... gag.Every time I stepped in the kitchen and asked for what I couldn’t find I asked if she was sure.“I’ll be fine,” she lied.Since she had hidden my prospecting gear here ... there ... and everywhere, I must have asked 35 times and got the same answer: “I’ll be fine.”After it was all loaded, packed away and snug ... I went for my last. Yeah back in the bathroom, dressing all alone whew that had been a real test of my nerves. I mean geez I’ve hated my body for years now, probably ever since I was 9 years old and in the changing room with other girls for my first ballet class. I only told people that I was over that freaky body dimorphic disorder like behaviour because they would have wanted to send me to some specialist you know? They’d have wanted me to talk to someone and but the truth of the matter is that like most women.I.