There was a moment of startled quiet and then she walked to the door and looked. She smiled with chagrin, ‘Sorry.’ He wanted to tell her to be mor... careful. He thought ‘what if I had been in there… or if someone less savory had been in there’ and suddenly his mind wandered in that direction. He pulled it back quickly as he noticed how pretty she was. Small with short hair, round in all the right places from what he could tell with a quick discrete glance. He realized suddenly she was looking at. Her smile becomes crooked, noticing that he hasn't closed his eyes, a smile daring him to look down again. Unblinking, she holds his eyes with hers for a pregnant moment until chuckling again and laying back into her chaise. Satisfied that he seems to have the proper respect for her body, she lets him off the hook and falls silent. They sunbathe quietly for a bit, until Traci's mother appears with dessert. He is determined not to look anywhere near the vicinity of the woman’s chest, at least. .... with relief you know what he expects.... you move you other hand up and trembling you undo his belt and trousers slipping them down his well muscled legs, before you is a tight pair of boxers and a large bulge.... you can only stare at it for a second before trailing 2 of your fingers down it and feel it twitch... you must have it!!..... Slowly almost reverently you peel the boxers down so the tip appears... you can see it's shiny from his juices in the light from the TV, again you touch. Those breasts look as big out of the dress as they did in it – sitting in D-cups begging to be motor-boated. Her belly is soft without protruding, her hips wide. She’s wearing black lingerie. A lacey bra and g-string panty set, black stockings and suspenders. It’s the gear they bought today at the lingerie shop.She barely changes her stance, but moves her hands across her crotch, clearly nervous about the world seeing what’s between her legs. Whilst her hands are down there, her husband unhooks.