Of course food companies, drink and snack makers, restaurant chains and the like had their booths up as well, giving out samples of their products. Th...is mad house of flavors, scents and smells. Columns of steam escaping the many energy curtains mingled with every imaginable color. Sounds, music and voices almost assaulted every sense. It was known as the opening event of the Fest of Cultures and would last till late at night, when concerts, music bands, theatre and dance exhibits would. As soon as the next slow dance came up, I would stride right over to where she was and ask her to dance!Sure, it wasn’t a very big deal, but it was the first step and it had to be taken. And just my luck, a slow dance was coming up. Suddenly I found myself in second thought land. What if she said no? That would be embarrassing… What if I screwed up? Again, embarrassing… Worse yet, what if she noticed the raging hard-on I would most likely have if we danced. Well… I suppose it could turn her on…. “Why?” she asked “Are we taking a shower? I thought I was going to fuck Luke?”“Yes, but not everyone has to know that” I said“Well I'm not telling anyone” she said, trying to reassure me.I sighed, almost regretting ever laying eyes on her.“Just carry these; at least you'll look like you're here for a shower”“Okay!”Once Inside the bath house, I first checked the other stalls. We were alone, just as I had hoped. I led Misty to the farthest stall and locked the door behind us. As I turned back, I. Cute, no, damn gorgeous. Long, curly-blonde hair, bitchin’ figure, and legs. Damn! Those lean legs, boldly in view from the slit in her black silk dress: tanned, smooth and long as marathon mile. I could also clearly see she wasn’t happy, mascara streaked from tears, mouth downturned. Damned if I wasn’t getting hard looking at her.Barry returned after I signaled him. A little annoyed I spewed out, “Shit Barry! Off picking up some sweet young thing when your best customer is here in the dumps?.