Walking out of the bathroom I see Lisa is chatting online in the Rusty Screw Pub with a guy named Tom. She is laughing hysterically. I take off my rob... and begin to towel dry my body. She suddenly says, damn if I was a guy I would have a huge hard-on right now I glance up and see her looking at me, I feel my cheeks get flushed at her comments. Ive never had another girl say anything like that to me. She continues, Oh cmon Brandi, you are absolutely gorgeous from head to toe, how could any. I managed to jump back without damaging the plant or myself, but myimmediate reaction to pull my nightshirt up to look at the damage. Thereon the inside of my upper left thigh was a weal, a white weal of aboutan inch long with a definite red line inside it. I touched it, feelingit gently to see if there was a sting in it, but there didn't seem tobe. It almost felt like a nettle sting, but worse. I rubbed it, it easedthe hurt and in fact rubbing it, well perhaps the best way I candescribe it as,. ”It just so happened, that the door was a bit ajar, so her knocking pushed the door a bit and she got a complete view of my erect cock. I replied to her that I will be right out and saw her staring at my cock. I then made an attempt for the towel apologising, but she said that it was fine and left. I was very embarrassed by this so I put on my bathrobe and went out. She was sitting on the kitchen table and greeted me, “Hello! Your coffee is ready. How are you feeling today?”“Good” I said. “What. “Just a story of fantasies,” she answered. ” I love to write. “Do you mind if I read a bit?” He asked. Blushing, she slowly handed him the manuscript. She watched as the faded blue denim beneath the large silver buckle between his leather chaps began to tighten. “Dreams like these should be lived my dear,” he mumbled as he read her story. “I am just the cowboy to make them happen.” He said with a smile. Kneeling, she reached up, flipping the buckle open and tugged the zipper down. .