Too late. She noticed.

"Hey!" she shouts. "You peeked!" She has a surprised look on her face.

You give her a sheepish look. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

She comes at you, saying, "You peeked!" She tickles you. "You're not supposed to peek!" She gets you right in the armpit, your most ticklish spot.

"Ah! Help! I didn't see anything!" You laugh uncontrollably as she continues digging her fingers into your pits. Your knees go weak, and you fall to the ground, Melody following you down and straddling your body as she relentlessly runs her fingers over your armpits and belly. Her towel has fallen off in her pursuit of making you pay for peeking. While you giggle loudly, you attempt to fend her off covering up as much of your sensitive spots as you can. You're not very successful.

"Stop! Please stop! You're killing me!" you yell between laughs. The wiggling of her pelvis on your groin and her scantily-clad body arouses your cock, in spite of your laughing. Melody doesn't seem to notice for a couple minutes, but then she gasps and stops tickling.

"You pervert! Well, since you got to see me, I get to see you!" She scoots her butt down your legs and begins to undo your pants. She stands up and yanks off the jeans. Your boxers are bulging from your hard-on. Then she pulls off your underwear.

She looks down at your erection, breathing hard from her exertions. You watch her tits rising and falling in her bra. She seems to calm down.

"Is that because of me? Do I turn you on?"