<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Second Floor Bathroom<br/>With Audrey</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>This one didn't seem to be as nervous as Dannie had originally been. At least, before Dannie had some alcohol in her. He had a feeling he could be more direct here. The question was, what did he really want out of her? So many options. Have her sitting up on the sink? Have her facing the mirror, bent forward with him coming from behind? Or maybe seat her on the bathroom toilet, giving him a little bit of "lip service"?<br/><br/>He shut the water off, a smile spreading across his lips. She didn't really show that she was attracted to him, but if she wasn't then she wouldn't even be in here. Or so he assumed. Grabbing a towel he decided to make her wait for his response, slowly scrubbing off. For some reason the thought of her just watching him, his entire body exposed, made him a bit...well, his excitement was certainly flooding back to his crotch.<br/><br/>He hung the towel back up and stepped out, walking up to her.<br/><br/>"I was a bit caught off guard," he said quietly, examining how the dress clung to her form. "But I'm good now. Besides, I kind of like the idea of this dress staying on..." His hand reached forward, his fingers gliding from her bare thigh up to her hip. His limp member was pulsing with new life, preparing to stand at attention once more.