Surprised

“Oh!” Her eyes wide as she begins to oil her hands. “I expected you to cover up.”

Your body grows warm from humiliation at that comment, you hurriedly grab the nearest cover which just so happens to be a hand towel. You drop it over your stiffy, and is just big (or small) enough to cover it just it entirely. The small thin tent surrounded by the rest of your nude body leaves nothing to the imagination.

She snickers and your heart sinks, and to your further embarrassment your “tent” starts to deflate as well.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it was a bad thing. It’s just…strange seeing someone I’ve imagined er…I mean that I know like that. I uhm. Just I mean I didn’t expect it to look like - well, oh uhm, let me start over.” Lauren grows increasingly flustered trying to reassure you…and you find it so endearingly cute.

She takes a deep breath, “I’m just trying to…find a respectful balance of being professional and any ah…personal connections we have. This is my job after all.” She pauses oiling her hands to bring the bottle over to your side.

“Full stop, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Folx should love their bodies, because they damn well come in all sorts.”

She places a hand on your thigh and slides it toward your “tent” slowly. It wastes no time rising back to full attention.

“That said…in all honesty…i have absolutely thought about and wanted to see you…naked.” She catches her breath and pauses her hand at the corner of the hand towel. You feel your cock trembling in anticipation.

“So…may I?”