Can I touch it?

It takes her a moment to get her gumption up, but, eventually, she spits out what's on her mind. "Before I give you these back...can I...you know..." she blushes more "...can I touch it?". She doesn't even give you time to answer before she starts backpedaling and justifying, taking no pauses at all between her sentences "You don't have to let me do it if you don't want to if you don't then I'm sorry for even asking but you're so cute and how often does this happen anyway I just thought this was a great opportunity again you don't have to do this" (proper punctuation version: "You don't have to let me do it, if you don't want to. If you don't, then I'm sorry for even asking, but, you're so cute. How often does this happen, anyway? I just thought this was a great opportunity. Again, you don't have to do this.").

Before she spits out 20 more (sentences?) you agree to her request and uncover yourself before her. She states at your penis for a bit, admiring it before saying "It'll be really quick, okay?"

You nod. She takes her fingers with pink fingernails and runs the pads of her fingers up and the entire length of your shaft and brushes your glans, making you breathe hard and your dick twitch from her touch.

"Thanks, you've made my day" she says and gives you back your shorts. She watches you put them back on and giggles at you struggling to get the wet shorts back on over your erection.

"Have a good time at the water park.", she says.

"Have a good day.", you say.

"Be seeing you around." she says.