"What are you looking at?"

"Well, you're not wearing a bra. I can see the dark suggestions of areolas through the small holes."

"Well, it's hot, isn't it? Holes are for cooling."

"Still, you know full well what can be seen. You must have looked in a mirror."

She lifts her top, revealing her breasts. "There, you don't have to imagine any more."

"May I touch one?"

"No!"

"Go on. Just a fingertip to circle around a nipple, a few times?"

My finger approaches. She doesn't say no again. I touch. Her nipple stiffens. Five slow laps.

"You may lower your top."

"Thank you."