In the treehouse

I look around the treehouse and it is actually quite nice. It's maybe 10 feet by 10 feet in total size, I can stand up straight if I bend my head a little, and there is even a small love seat sofa along one of the walls. Sara walks over to the loveseat and fishes out a small bottle of vodka, taking a sip from it, grimacing, then handing it over to me. I take a sip as well, feeling the harsh burning as the liquor goes down my throat.

Sara sits down on the small sofa and I join her, making some comment about how nice the treehouse is. Sara nods in reply to this, seeming a bit absentminded, like she is not really paying attention. I reach my hand out towards her, touching her shoulder, then pushing some of her blonde hair that is in front of her face away, saying:

"Did I mention how gorgeous you are?"

She smiles at me and says:

"Thank you Matt."

Then, out of nowhere, I feel her hand on my crotch. Not that I object to this, but it still comes as a shock to me. We sit there looking at each other in silence as Sara starts to squeeze my cock through my pants, then her little hand goes to the button of my pants, undoing it.

Sara climbs down from the sofa, and kneeling in front of me she uses both her hands to undo my pants, pulling them down over my knees, then says:

"I want to give you your reward for taking down that Valor gym now."