Thank him properly for the gift.

You suggest a hug was a sad thanks for a gift, and such a nice friend.

"It was nothing, like I said. Come on, Jane. You're embarrassing me."

You smile and gently place your hand on his left. You slowly maneuver it up and down, bringing it higher and higher each time before you begin to trace the slippery fabric of his swimming trunks. You catch his eyes moving down your body briefly. He seems to be hiding it, but you know his gaze hesitated on your chest, and again at your shapely legs.

"Jane..."

You grin as you eye the front of his shorts. It seems a pair of swimming trunks offers very little coverage for an erection, as the sizable length seems to be practically breaking through the front.

Your fingers soon slide up his shift, though through his shorts, and you feel his hand tenderly grab your shoulder. He gestures you closer, and you proceed with no hesitation as he pressing his lips against your own. You lose yourself in the passionate kiss, and gasp in excitement as his hand begins to trace up your long smooth leg and then beneath your short skirt.

The feeling of his fingers brush the front of your panties. You're embarrassed to admit just how close this brings you to the edge of an orgasm. This makes you **** for release, causing you to thrust yourself into him in a flurry of passion and excitement.

You hear him softly whisper your name as he pushes you down against the couch. Finally. You can barely contain your excitement at the promise of release at long last, and by such a kind and trusting man.