“It’s okay if you look at me,” Travis said as he dried himself. I looked, but I didn’t say anything. I felt a fluttering in my stomach, happy that Travis was openly inviting me to look at him. I didn’t want to stare too much though, perhaps out of pride, or some other reason that I couldn’t fathom at the moment.

“I’m going to take a shower, to rinse off this chlorine,” Travis said. He swung the towel over his shoulder. I looked at his perfect behind as he walked into the house. I was suddenly aware of how wet my panties were.