Chapter #6She lets him help her by: imphic   Isabel felt like she could trust Bart. In addition to seeming like a gentleman, he looked like a young Will Smith.
"I thank you for the offer, but prepare for a surprise," Isabel said as she took his hand. He pulled her up.
"Umm--" Bart said as his pupils dilated, heart raced, and jaw dropped. Isabel felt the now almost familiar shame of being naked in public and having her smooth pussy and tight booty scrutinized by a stranger.
"I think you mean, 'Hummina, hummina, hummina.'" Isabel replied with false confidence. She had found calling attention to and even joking about her being humiliated helped, though with this phrasing she wasn't really the butt of the joke--so to speak.
It was Bart's turn to blush. "Sorry, Isabel. You--umm--weren't kidding about that surprise. Are you--umm, part of a PETA protest? Because I think you might be an even better naked animal lover than Pamela Anderson." Bart bites his lower lip and reaches into his pocket.
Isabel shook her head and recounted the story. As she did, Bart produced a wet nap and without thinking started to whip off the dirt and leave particles from Isabel's shapely hips and creamy thighs. It was too unexpected for her to instantly react and then she enjoyed the feel of his strong hands near her privates to make a comment. Isabel then realized she met this man minutes ago.
"Bart!" she exclaimed in surprise and shifted. Startled, his hand moved and accidentally rubbed over her womanhood. She reflexively made a soft moan and then covered her box as Bart knelt down and looked away, as if he was the one who should be ashamed.
"I--I'm so sorry Isabel. That was... here's the wet nap," he offered by extending and still looking away.
Isabel nodded and accepted it. "Thank you, Bart. I understand you were just trying to be kind."
Isabel wiped down her legs and thanked the trickster gods of these humiliating situations that Bart was a mensch.
"I--umm, glad I'm single, because I would expect my spouse or significant other to murder me slowly."
Isabel giggled as she cleaned her dainty feet. "I think if I were committed with someone there would also be someone's death." She turned around and started to clean the back of her thighs and then calves. "I'm turned around now."
Bart looked up to see Isabel's Jessica Alba-esque firm rear quiver as she clean. As she moved down to clean the back of her feet, it seemed like she was presenting for him.
Swallowing, resisted the temptation to spank it, or grab it, or write a poem about it. "Isabel, since I have boxers on, you could borrow my jeans for now."
Bart caught one more memorable ass jiggle before Isabel turned around. While she appreciated Bart's kindness, she found him so damn cute when he was embarrassed that she couldn't resist another tease. Though she wondered if he was attracted to her partly out of her being red-faced too. "Bart, are you asking me to get into your pants?"
They both giggled and he nodded. Isabel thought for a moment about the offer and how she felt about Bart and then gave her response.
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