I hear her right? Her bold suggestion comes as a complete surprise, especially because she didn’t go for it when I threw it out to her—but then again, it meant her getting naked too, so I’m sure that made the difference.
Hmm, now I’m the one wondering if she’s joking or serious. Looks to me as though she’s trying to one-up me at my own game. Do I want a kiss that badly from her? My eyes gaze down at the swell of her lips. They sure do look luscious and I wouldn’t mind a taste.
Hell, why not.
Without saying a word, I pull off my shirt. I watch her eyes glance over my chest—she likes what she sees.
With my eyes focusing on hers and my lips in a smirk, I start to undo the button on my 510 Levi’s.
She gasps as her eyes bulge.
“Stop!” she yells out as she holds her hands over her eyes.
“A deal’s a deal,” I tell her, although I stop my striptease because it’s no fun unless she watches.
“Are you still stripping?” she asks.
“I’m waiting for you,” I say.
She drops her hands.
“I was kidding. I’m not sure I’m ready to see you naked.” Her face blushes as her baby blues gaze over my pecs and abs.
“You’ve seen a guy naked before, right?”
She doesn’t reply with words and instead nods her head as her eyes continue to survey my body. I’m glad she’s liking what she sees.
“Well, it’s no big thing then,” I tell her.
“You mean you’re small as my pinky?” she quips, holding up her baby finger.
What?! Oooo, she wants to play dirty.
“Hardly,” I say with confidence. With a devil’s grin, I add, “But you’ll see soon enough.”
She gulps with nervousness, but her eyes tell me that she wants to see more.
I take off my shoes and socks. As I stand, she holds onto the sides of the boat while it slightly rocks, but this rowboat was custom built for stability so the movement is slight. We could actually walk around in it without much tipping. I unzip my jeans, and pull them down to my knees. I sit back down and take them fully off. All that covers me is my maroon boxer briefs.
She’s staring at me.
“You’re willing to do this just for a kiss? Are you hard-up or something?” She chuckles with amusement.
“Yes.” I look her straight in the eyes. “I’m hard-up for you.”
Okay, I know that’s bold, but I sense she can handle it. We’re still flirting, but it’s also the truth. I haven’t been this interested in a woman in a long time, and Laura’s been consuming my thoughts.
I have to admit, I’ve been lonely in the romance department. I miss intimacy with a woman, inhaling her sweet scent while I whisper in her ear, feeling her soft, supple skin as I glide my hands over her sensual curves, kissing her lips, and holding her in my arms—these things I do only in my dreams now. I’ve let my love life go because I’ve had to take care of my sister through her trauma. I’m not complaining though, she needed me, and still needs me, but maybe now with Laura here, there’s a chance for both me and Angela to have normal lives again.
“I want to change the rules. You can keep your underwear on,” Laura says, looking at my boxer briefs.
Thank God I don’t have a boner yet, but if she keeps looking at me that way, hmm, my girth and length will expand to full capacity in no time. She’ll certainly blush like a schoolgirl then.
“There’s no fun in that,” I tease her.
“Suit yourself, but giving you a kiss after I’ve been staring at your bare ass, not to mention your other . . . um . . . parts, is going to be mighty distracting. They’ll be the only things on my mind.”
“So be it,” I say as I remove my last piece of clothing.
A soft sound escapes her lips as her eyes transfix onto my cock while I stand before her in all my naked glory.
“You’ll need to sit still while I dive off this deck,” I tell her.
When we were kids, my father had this rowboat specially designed so that the front end has a deck and we would sit on it,
Hmm, now I’m the one wondering if she’s joking or serious. Looks to me as though she’s trying to one-up me at my own game. Do I want a kiss that badly from her? My eyes gaze down at the swell of her lips. They sure do look luscious and I wouldn’t mind a taste.
Hell, why not.
Without saying a word, I pull off my shirt. I watch her eyes glance over my chest—she likes what she sees.
With my eyes focusing on hers and my lips in a smirk, I start to undo the button on my 510 Levi’s.
She gasps as her eyes bulge.
“Stop!” she yells out as she holds her hands over her eyes.
“A deal’s a deal,” I tell her, although I stop my striptease because it’s no fun unless she watches.
“Are you still stripping?” she asks.
“I’m waiting for you,” I say.
She drops her hands.
“I was kidding. I’m not sure I’m ready to see you naked.” Her face blushes as her baby blues gaze over my pecs and abs.
“You’ve seen a guy naked before, right?”
She doesn’t reply with words and instead nods her head as her eyes continue to survey my body. I’m glad she’s liking what she sees.
“Well, it’s no big thing then,” I tell her.
“You mean you’re small as my pinky?” she quips, holding up her baby finger.
What?! Oooo, she wants to play dirty.
“Hardly,” I say with confidence. With a devil’s grin, I add, “But you’ll see soon enough.”
She gulps with nervousness, but her eyes tell me that she wants to see more.
I take off my shoes and socks. As I stand, she holds onto the sides of the boat while it slightly rocks, but this rowboat was custom built for stability so the movement is slight. We could actually walk around in it without much tipping. I unzip my jeans, and pull them down to my knees. I sit back down and take them fully off. All that covers me is my maroon boxer briefs.
She’s staring at me.
“You’re willing to do this just for a kiss? Are you hard-up or something?” She chuckles with amusement.
“Yes.” I look her straight in the eyes. “I’m hard-up for you.”
Okay, I know that’s bold, but I sense she can handle it. We’re still flirting, but it’s also the truth. I haven’t been this interested in a woman in a long time, and Laura’s been consuming my thoughts.
I have to admit, I’ve been lonely in the romance department. I miss intimacy with a woman, inhaling her sweet scent while I whisper in her ear, feeling her soft, supple skin as I glide my hands over her sensual curves, kissing her lips, and holding her in my arms—these things I do only in my dreams now. I’ve let my love life go because I’ve had to take care of my sister through her trauma. I’m not complaining though, she needed me, and still needs me, but maybe now with Laura here, there’s a chance for both me and Angela to have normal lives again.
“I want to change the rules. You can keep your underwear on,” Laura says, looking at my boxer briefs.
Thank God I don’t have a boner yet, but if she keeps looking at me that way, hmm, my girth and length will expand to full capacity in no time. She’ll certainly blush like a schoolgirl then.
“There’s no fun in that,” I tease her.
“Suit yourself, but giving you a kiss after I’ve been staring at your bare ass, not to mention your other . . . um . . . parts, is going to be mighty distracting. They’ll be the only things on my mind.”
“So be it,” I say as I remove my last piece of clothing.
A soft sound escapes her lips as her eyes transfix onto my cock while I stand before her in all my naked glory.
“You’ll need to sit still while I dive off this deck,” I tell her.
When we were kids, my father had this rowboat specially designed so that the front end has a deck and we would sit on it,
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