"Thanks, I'm not usually this clumsy."<br/>She turned on her heels, lifting the the tap handle to run the warm water, the towel in her handle watered a ways within moments. With a slap it halted, her free hand wringing at the dripping corner of cloth. It plopped and set in front of her for a moment, wiping away the clustered contents on the counter and depositing it into the sink in a sloppy mess.<br/>"You've been to Australia?" her tone raising in excitement, "Oh my gosh, if I ever got the balls to travel,<span style="font-style: italic">thats</span>where I'd go. That place looks so bitchin'. What was it like? Was it hot like Hawaii? Or just sometimes? I hear the wildlife is nuts and would kill ya in a night if you don't know what the fuck y'er doin'." she rambled.<br/>She untwisted the wet end of the towel and reset it, but instead of wiping the counter, she leaned back and pulled at the zipper resting at her collar bones. With a hushed buzz it snapped and separated and she pulled it off by the hood, tossing it on a bar stool. There she stood without a care in a pair of cargo pants and a crimson, lace bra. Her supple breasts pressed against the tightly woven design gently, avoiding any uncouth impressions. The smooth roundness was the perfect convex shape with the balconette style that hardly came up the side to meet the straps. The warm fabric still resting on the faux marble counter pressed against her tight stomach, sliding back and forth to absorb what remained of the sticky fluid.<br/>"So, you said military, huh? What branch? Were you a sniper?" she teased again, this time her shoulder popping up with some spunk. "I guess that's where you get that sexy savoir faire. I've always liked a grunt."<br/>Her thick lashed came together, brisk and effortlessly. She was only half serious with that wink, surprisingly truthful about that particular quality. She did like military guys, though it more often got her into trouble in ways she could have avoided.<br/>"You know," she began, flinging the rag over her fist, "you're a military man, I got'ta ask you something - why is it all you guys ever want is sex? I get that you have to go for long periods of time without it here and there but really. I swear, every guy stationed through here thinks he can buy a girl a drink and get to his happy place before the sun rises. I don't understand the logic." She paused momentarily, only stalling her words in place of a hushed chuckled she barely let loose. "Oh my go- there was this one guy, he kept buying me drinks - I think he thought it would get him lucky faster, but it was Patron. Anyway, when he started getting a little fuzzy, I challenged him. I told him if he could perform a "blow job" better than me, he could have one. I think he lost before the bartender even poured it. I've never seen anyone do it right, so when we went at the same time, he technically lost since it all came out of his nose." She held her fingers below her septum as though to contain a sneeze. She finally took a breath and spoke a little slower with a bit of a serious tone to her next telling. "Oh, and there was this guy the other night - such an asshole. His waitress was really sweet and he kept pulling at the hem of her skirt. I almost said something until his goon full-on slid his hand down the back of her skirt and grabbed her ass. She was wearing boy shorts too so you know she wasn't looking for the extra attention. At least, not that night. Anyway, when I saw that, I went over and said something. Of course he thought it would be just as easy to taunt me, but I ended up breaking his finger when he tried to touch me. It was sort of an accident, but he shouldn't have been wearing one of those gaudy rings."<br/>A quick shrug lifted her shoulders as she returned to patting the missed patches on her abs and the tiny stream that intended to sneak past her underwear. No dice.