Basic training

She was in the middle of her second set and I was still squatting behind her taking in the splendor of her ass, when she said, “John. You may want to stand up.”

Thinking maybe she’d caught on to what I was doing, I replied nervously, “W-Why?”

She chuckled a little and said, “Well…Um…Because I have to pass gas.”

I took a couple of seconds to think of a reply because I DIDN’T want to move! Hell no!! Trying to sound nonchalant about it, I said, “Oh don’t worry about it. Nobody else is down here to hear it. We guys do it all the time.”

She giggled pretty hard, then asked, “What, you mean you guys fart in each other’s faces?”

“That’s not what I meant!” I exclaimed, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I know you didn’t, but I couldn’t resist,” she said, giggling again. Then, once she got her giggles under control, she asked, “You’re sure now? I mean, you ARE right in the line of fire.”

“I’m sure already!” I said, looking straight at her ass. “I don’t mind!”

“Okay,” she said in final warning, and then farted.