Of course

"Oh right right, of course, you poor thing," said Astrid. "I just got carried away. And don't pretend you didn't check me out too!" she said. "I was just getting even," she giggled.

She stepped forward and paused, suddenly embarrassed again.

"What is it?" you say, **** for her to pull your boxers back up.

"It's just... I have to put the shield down?" she said, blushing as she clutched the small piece of metal tightly to her naked body. "So like, don't look okay?"

You can't believe her hypocrisy, but you're **** to get covered again, so you quickly agree. With that, she puts the shield aside, standing totally naked, just inches in front of you. True to your word, you maintain eye contact as she blushes furiously, then drops to her knees, grabbing your boxers in her hands and pulling them up. She stops when they're around your knees, and you hear her giggle.

"So umm, does this work for you, Sam?" she said with a devilish smile. "I think they look rather cute this way."

You attempt to cough out a reply, but you're so turned on it's hard to actually say anything coherent. Astrid is totally naked, on her knees, her mouth just inches away from your penis as she plays with your boxers. Can she not see how turned on you are? Your penis is so hard it hurts, and any more stimulation risks making you explode.

You finally manage to respond, weakly moaning, "... please."

"Okay okay, be that way!" says Astrid with a smile, yanking your boxers up around your waist. You gasp again, the sensation of the fabric against your penis almost enough to send you over the edge. Astrid quickly jumps back and pulls the shield in front of her nude body.

"So... should we keep moving?" she says. "Or maybe you still want to take a break and lean against one of these walls again?" she said with a wry smile.