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I stepped into the tub as Art fiddled with controls. No sooner had I sunk
in than fingers of water started rushing over my body. Art showed me how to
move the jets around to massage sore muscles. I did, I thanked him with a
groan, and we settled in to chat and relax. The combination of the rushing,
hot water and the exercise made me feel drunk, and as we talked, I studied
the contours of Art's body. We talked about the economy, and I traced the
line from his chin to his shoulder, down the center of his chest...Art
squirmed in his seat a little, and I realized I wasn't being very careful
about where I stared. I quickly shifted my gaze to Art's face, and realized
that he was looking in my eyes the whole time. He knew I was studying him.
Ah, well. Looking like he did, he was probably used to it.
We talked a little more, I studied more discreetly, and soon Art
announced that he'd have to get home to his wife soon. I stood up, and felt
compelled to politely wait for Art. He looked up at me and seemed a little
rattled, then stood up very quickly and turned away from me. As he swung
around, I caught a glimpse of Art's semi-erect cock. He headed for the
showers while I stood and puzzled over that for a moment. Then I took off
for a shower of my own.
