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he nicer showers I'd had,
what with all the free hot water I wanted -- not to mention the cheap thrills
for one and all -- so I was feeling pretty good when I decided I'd had
enough. I turned off the water and grabbed the towel that had started the
whole mess.
I wasn't sure how long I'd been in the shower, so I figured there was at
least a chance that my clothes would be dry, so I wrapped the towel around
myself and stuck my head out the door to check. I wasn't particularly
surprised that there weren't any clothes there. My host was, however, and
the bulge in his pants showed that he, at least, hadn't gotten his rocks off
watching me.
"I just put your stuff in the dryer," he said. "You wanna hang out in
there 'til it's ready, or do you wanna come upstairs and see if we can find
you a robe or something while you wait?"
I'm not an idiot, so I figured he had more in mind than just finding me
a robe, but the prospect wasn't that dismal. Actually, the idea was sounding
more and more attractive the more I thought about it. Men are more fun than
vibrators, after all, and either one is better than sitting around a wet
bathroom with n
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