Maybe it'd be useful to see Jordan naked?

You eyes fall to the one thing impeding your appreciation of Jordan's buxom, fit body. "Maybe we should end it here," you say, unsure of your own ability to contain yourself.

You want nothing more than to squeeze Jordan's tits. They're right here! But letting Jordan show herself off to you and taking advantage of the situation like that are two totally different things.

Jordan frowns. "Hey, wait. What were you going to say? Don't hold out on me, I told you I wouldn't take this weird."

"I'm not sure I should say anything else. I don't want to get off track."

"You're doing me the favor, not the other way around," says Jordan. "Why don't you just say what you want to say, and let me decide whether it's off-topic or not?"

Against your better judgment, you voice your desire. "It... was just a dumb impulse to ask you to take your underwear off."

"Oh," says Jordan.

"Like I said," you hurry on, "I'm new at this, I've never had a tomboy ask me to 'review her body' as the Master Trainer before, it's going to my head a little is all."

"So you want to see me naked," she surmises, with a thoughtful frown. To your surprise, she merely shrugs. "Yeah, course. Not sure what this is hiding, but..."

Without delay, Jordan slips out of her panties and adds them to her clothing pile. Now her hips and lower belly are unhidden from view. She sports a tuft of blonde curls between her powerful thighs, the lips of her sex peeking up at you.

"Wow." You can't help but stare.

"Yep. Definitely a girl," she chuckles awkwardly, giving her mons a little pat. "You're the only guy who's seen me naked besides my boy - er, my ex-boyfriend. So, uh, any notes?" Jordan's unsure what to do with herself or the attention lavished upon her now that she's naked - her first instinct is to cover up or turn away, but she thinks better of it and simply manages an embarrassed, bashful smile instead.