She found a certain pleasure in pressing the fabric against her body, pretending to dry herself. “Gently, start by washing myself first.”
I sprayed shower gel on his body while he was still clothed. 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 sat on the last bench at the back of the small boat. Her dress was still damp, but it looked okay. The men’s gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs. Her short dress rode up her thighs, almost to her crotch. She found a certain pleasure in pressing the fabric against her body, pretending to dry herself. She whispered in my ear:
“I wasn’t proud on the dock, yet I felt an indescribable pleasure in showing myself naked.”
“Let’s hurry home.”
Her dress was becoming less transparent with the heat and the wind that had partially dried it. We were also supposed to walk along all these terraces.
