Soaked, Sylvie’s dress clung to her skin. The fabric hugged her thighs and clung to her buttocks. We sat on the last bench at the back of the small boat. She was naked under her light dress. Luckily, because we passed a few neighbors. Luckily, because we passed a few neighbors. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
“Drop everything, close the door, and join me!”
She guided me to the bathroom. As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
“Drop everything, close the door, and join me!”
She guided me to the bathroom. We hastened our walk, and finally, we arrived at much less busy streets. Her short dress rode up her thighs, almost to her crotch. The male passengers stared at her. I pushed back her bush to place kisses on her rosebud. The men’s gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs. After getting off the boat, we had to walk 2 km to get home.
