He was an average looking man, not going to win a job as a model, but likely to get his choice of at least a couple women should he find himself in a ...ar at last call. Pressing open the door a bit, Alyssa could see most of his body in the glow from the two bedside lamps. His sinewy muscles were well defined, especially the ones in his arms, propping him up above his wife below. His back was well sculpted from his work as a carpenter, defined and chiseled. His butt was tensed and his legs were. His chest was firm and nicely furred. ‘Forgive my informality – it was getting a wee bit warm in here, don’t you think?’ ‘Uh . . . yep. It sure is heating up. The chocolate must be melting. I know I am!’ Okay, it’s official – I was turned on. He walked over to the alcove and hung his shirt and tie on a hanger. Then he sat in a chair and took his shoes and socks off. Next, his trousers. He stood, wearing only boxers. Ah, well. I was hoping for briefs. I love a nice tight ass on a man. He neatly. "'How about I cover your butt with baby oil and my hands?' Abby thought, mentally licking her lips. "Sounds great! Pub for lunch?" she asked."No, this thank you requires somewhere a bit more up market than the local pub. How does Michels grab you?" Michels? Do you really think we're dressed appropriately for there?" Abby wondered looking at Nate's jeans and polo shirt."Yeah, should be. It's only the lunch crowd. Michel only gets pissy about dress code at dinner," Nate responded thinking about. My dick was all ready to spring out of my undies. I began to feel kinda uncomfortable down there. Her husband was there too who was busy managing another shelf in the shop. So she came forward to ask me what I want. I told her I wanted a gift and she began to show me various items.But I couldn’t really concentrate on what she was showing. I was busy seeing her navel and was busy adjusting my pants. There was a fleeting moment when she saw me adjusting the bulge in my pants. I saw her kind of.