.tight, soft...hard, gentle...long strokes, short strokes. She knows and loves every detail of my boney hardness...every bump, every ridge, every shap..., contour and pulsing vein. Her tender fingers lovingly trace the surface of my raging tool.For a brief instant, Erin hand releases me. I look down as she quickly drags her hand up her belly and chest collecting in her palm a slick mixture of sweat and fragrant sun oil. My prick throbs and jerks violently up and down, as if searching for the hand. The chai wallah had a stunned look. Just like me, even he thought she was going to remove her clothes. We didn’t know she was wearing a formal dress to fool her parents and had casuals beneath it.I got excited and winked at the chai wallah. He smiled back and his eyes clearly told me, “You lucky bastard”. She didn’t bother all this even though she saw me and him exchange meaningful looks. To add to it, she unzipped her trousers and pulled it off and was soon standing on the roadside in denim. Monica had only worked there for a few months, and Shari and she quickly became friends after she was hired."Tough putting up with all the Nude Day jokes," Monica said as a laughing coworker walked out of the cafeteria."Tell me about it," Shari said. "It's like this every year." They have this every year?" Monica asked."February 7," Shari said. "I don't know who adds that to the calendars, but it's always there. Just something we have to put up with every year."Monica nodded in understanding.. Until the cops busted the party. Since we were only 16, Amanda and I ran out before they started carding people and made it a few blocks, before realizing Rachel was still inside! We just lost our ride and not knowing what to do, Amanda decided to call her dad. He arrived twenty minutes later, extremely pissed off. He yelled at Amanda the whole way back to their house, calling her an irresponsible brat. When we got there her mom was fuming and started screaming too. His dad looked at me and.