She's right...

"You know, you're right." You say, "For now at least."

"What do you mean?"

"Well look at you, I've challenged you to send me sexy photos before and you've always chickened out."

"Yeah... your point?"

"Well, I have you naked now." You point out "If that could change, so could I."

"I guess..."

She finishes her glass and indicates for you to pour her more, which you do. After refilling your own and making some mostly meaningless conversation she finishes off the bottle and you go get another bottle and grab a cushion to sit against. When you come back, she is laying back with her eyes closed and not realizing that many of the bubbles in the tub have gone away giving you a little peek at her body. You feel yourself getting a little hard so you quickly take a seat on the toilet again, placing the cushion on your lap. "You look really comfortable." You state.

"I am. but it's cooling down." She looks at you, "Mind turning on the hot water?"

"No problem." Very aware of your increasing hardness you try using the cushion to block her view. And taking the chance to get a more direct view at her you reach over to the faucet. Turning it on you are relieved to have succeeded without being too obvious. "You better let some water out so it doesn't overflow."

You hesitate for a moment considering that. "You want me to reach in and pull the plug?"

"Yeah. Is there a problem with that?"

"Nope, not at all" you lie, being very aware you need to set aside the cushion for this. Standing slightly awkwardly you reach in and find the tub without touching her. But she slides her foot up against your hand and up your arm out of the water. "That feels good."

"Uhuh." You notice she's already finished off the last glass you poured her. She opens up her eyes and says, "Your arm is soft." Then her eyes widen a bit as she looks down at your crotch. "Look who wants to come out and play!" She tries reaching up with her foot but can't. "Is that all for little old me?"

"Uhh, I don't know." You step back. "I think you've had to much to drink."

"Just 3 glasses" She's right, but she is acting like it was more. "I'm not drunk yet if that's what you mean." You know she usually start getting loopy after and around 4 or 5 glasses. "Refill please."

She holds up the glass. You oblige but stop pouring before she tells you to and sit back down enjoying your own glass but feeling slightly uncomfortable with your erection and upset you opted for sweats instead of anything else.

Seemingly reading your mind she asks, "What do you plan on doing about that..." she nods at your still obvious hard-on.

"Oh this, its nothing a little ignoring or cold shower won't fix."

"Right..." She comments, not happy with the answer.

Well I don't believe you, and think that somebody should do something about it.

You aren't certain if she's tempting you or scorning you. So you limit your response to a neutral, "What do you suggest I do about it?"