Lower the towel to show her again

I turned around a bit, pointing toward my apartment, and my cock got free of the towel. I pretended not to notice but she sure did. She didn’t always have a clear view but her eyes were now more often looking down than at me. I think her face got red but since we were far I wasn’t sure. “Instead of talking over the fence do you want to come over for something to drink?” She hesitated she said: “Sure, why not.”
She came over my back yard and I made sure to flash her another time before I tied the towel around my waist. I ask if she wanted a beer or wine and she said wine. I told her to wait while I got back in the house to get the wine. I returned with two glasses and an open bottle of red wine. She sat on a patio chair with her feet on the ottoman. The only logical choice to talk to her was the patio chair that was opposite her that shared the same ottoman. I served her a glass and took one myself that sat. I put my feet on each side of hers. I saw her glance down to peek up my towel but from her angle she couldn’t see. She drank her first glass quite fast and I ask if she wanted second. I passed the bottle and she put only a little bit. As she was putting down the bottle I saw her glance up the towel. I wasn’t as hard but I admit that I liked watching her in her white camisole and pink and white panties. Her top was very thin and you almost could see her nipples through it which still exited me. Every time she would put the bottle back down, she would glance up the towel and I would get a peek down her blouse. She did that a couples times, putting a small amount in her glass and peeking at my dick each time. She was getting tipsy and