Perhaps wanting to take a shower of your own. However, as my eyes look over your body, I notice that your cock is semi-hard. You walk towards me, your...uncut manhood bobbing between your legs. I feign disinterest and continue rubbing my hair with the towel. But you stop right in front of me. I can feel you looking over my body. Casually inspecting every inch of my warm wet skin. You touch a hand to my shoulder and tell me to get on my knees. At first I try to ignore you and look the other way.. “I can’t believe it. You’re a kinky little bitch. You come across as this ‘cute little girl next door’ but underneath you’re kinky as hell.” Mark said. “Let me see the other one.” I hesitated for a moment while I looked at Mark’s face full of anticipation. “Oh, what the hell,” I said. “You’ve already seen one.” I reached behind my back and found the strap and pulled. My bikini fell loose around my chest. I grabbed the top and pulled it over my head. With the top in my hand, I flung my hands up. The place we go is kind of secluded. There are a few other campers there, mostly the same people every summer. We got every set up and started to enjoy ourselves. Our camp neighbors, the Johnsons were all set up too. Several days had gone by and my family loaded up and went into town. My dad told me to be good and they would be back in about four hours. I was happy to have some time alone. I sat outside for a few minutes and then noticed Mrs. Johnson was sitting outside also. I thought I would. .had a girlfriend. Wild about one another but never even tried to have sex. A guy seduced me, fucked me and suddenly I thought 'this is who I am!' I had an unusual interest in transvestites and transsexuals, reading every book going but I was in denial and just saw myself as a passive gay guy. I totally repressed any inclination to wear female clothing. I got into the leather scene as a gay man. But always submissive. Submission became my focus. I endured a lot of sessions I really didn't.