Inviting him out for dinner.

"Well, since your respectable brother is going to be schmoozing clients at a business function all night... why don't we go get a bite to eat? Freshly discharged soldier, you must be itching to get out and enjoy some of the pleasures of civilian life, right?"
Kyle smiled, flashing his dimples. "Yes, ma'am."
"I'm going to head upstairs and get changed, you do the same. Fun, not fancy, okay?"
"Sounds good to me."
As she was about to turn to go the rest of the way up... Beth was suddenly seized by an impulse. She found herself lingering, tiptoeing back down to where she could just see back into the living room.
Kyle was rifling through his duffel bag. He appeared to be looking for a shirt: he had a pair of casual khaki slacks laid out, as well as a pair of boxer briefs. Beth bit her lip. I just want to see how they compare...
She watched with a burning face and a delicious feeling of breaking the rules... as Kyle peeled off his undershirt. Damn... his back muscles were deceptively well toned beneath tattoos on both shoulder blades and down his rib cage. She couldn't see clearly, but the rib cage tattoos looked like dog tags with names on them. She remained arrested by the display of youth and manly fitness as he unfastened and dropped his jeans, and when he turned to face the couch, Beth shied back a little. As he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, she bit hard to suppress a squeal of delight.
When the boxers dropped, so did her jaw, and she had to clap a hand over her mouth. Even soft, he was a match for his big brother, and was probably the bigger when erect.
{if Shame < 30
}Wow... he's tasty... any conscience she did have seemed to be absent; perhaps the buzz of wine had silenced her. {elseif Shame < 70
} I sh... I shouldn't.... her thoughts couldn't quite get to what she shouldn't be doing. {else
} What are you doing ?!?! Her conscience was screaming inside her skull, but she couldn't stop looking.
{endif
} A few scars did nothing to detract from his gorgeous body. As he started to dress, she retreated, catching her breath against the wall. {if Shame < 50
}
Are you crazy? What's gotten into you? {else
}
Ok, crazy girl. Go get changed before you get in trouble. {endif
} She hurried to her room to pick an outfit. "Fun, not fancy..."

A floral pattern dress that hugged her {if Tatas = 1
}ample {endif
} breasts and would accentuate her cleavage with its low neckline went onto the bed. Beth fished out a pair of black cotton thong panties and pulled them on. {if Dat Ass = 1
}They nearly disappeared between her big, round ass cheeks. {endif
} In the heat of Southern California summers, thongs were simply a matter of necessity, in Beth's mind. After she pulled on the dress, she finished the outfit with some cute, open-toed flats.
Beth descended, purse in hand, and smiled as she saw Kyle still fiddling with the buttons of a plaid button up shirt, hanging loose over the waistband of a pair of dark blue jeans. He was still wearing his dog tags.
"Ready?" she called out when she hit the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, I..." Kyle trailed off in a very pleasing way as he looked up at her. "Wow."
"Aw, you're sweet, kid." How long has it been since Brian looked at me and said "Wow."?
"You sure...it's okay for us to...?"
"Why wouldn't it be, Kyle? Brian's going to be at a work event until 9. Are we supposed to sit around here and do nothing?"
"I guess that's true. So Where are you taking me?"