Neither of the attendants she’d met had even glanced at her bare lower half – almost like partial nudity was normal, here.But that didn’t stop h...r from being on full alert. This situation was definitely unfamiliar. On Earth, she had learned that usually when people were this friendly for no particular reason, they either ‘had it in’ for you, or they wanted something. Either way, she had the distinct feeling she was being set up.She raided every mind she could sense, searching for some evil. As Michael continued to work his way around the house, window by window, rusted hinge by rusted hinge, his thoughts continued to swirl around the woman...her beuatiful light brown hair, her legs, God, her legs! The vision of them gently swaying over the side of the kayak and she stroked her way through the water. The thought wouldn't go away, each time it became more and more erotic. He could feel the growing throb and strained to stop his mind from going there. It had been way too long. "Umm..." he pull his hand away, and blushes, then goes on to explain the material. Maria laughed to herself, and thought it was incredibly cute how shy he was. So flirting probably wasn't going to get anywhere at this rate. She was just going to have to come right out."Ummm, Michael...?" Yeah?" Look, ummm, I don't actually need any help with this." ..." he just looked at her confused."I only said that, so that I could come over here, because... I umm... just..." Now she was the one stuttering. She was close-ish and would be a nice warm place for me to rest my cock for an hour or so.I made my customary call, noting that the voice on the other end sounded more bored and indifferent than usual. “Sweetie, honey, baby,” were becoming tarnished in my mind. It seemed that there was some kind of escort jargon book somewhere that they were all abiding by. No bother, I was about to get my rocks off, so who really cared?After a quick shower, I rocked up at her place. It was a house she shared.