She is gliding the water. It is her last morning with you. "Wet breasts..." You think. She
swims for a while longer to give you your enjoyment and then leaves the pool.
"No... more," You plea, "Wet breasts... nipples..."
"Sorry, buddy," She says as she, for the first time in a week, dries you and herself, "But
today is our last day together. But don't worry, I've enjoyed you so much that I'll se what I
can do to get you next time."
The towel passes over your wet fabric, caressing the nipples through you, "No... more wet
breasts... sun..." You cry.
She gets dressed and drives to work, all the way playing with her bikini-covered nipples,
making you hornier.
The day goes by as any other with work. You don't really caring, just thinking on when the
marvelous nipples that touch you will be wet again.
Soon enough she goes to the bathroom and takes off her top and soon, she reaches for
you but not in the way you've gotten used to. She removes you and reveals that your shape
got drawn on her skin.
It is not long before you find yourself back to your human self. Your boss gives you your
pay check and dismisses you for the week. As you leave the establishment, you are met by
the very girl whose breasts you've known for a week; she kisses you on the lips and asks
you if you would like her to come to your place.
You agree.