His clothes come off.

Charlie leaned back and took his tie off. He began unbuttoning his shirt.

He was giving me this look, I just couldn't resist him. I leaned into his lap, and took his hands away from his buttons, taking over the task on my own.

His hands stroked my back and sides as I worked.

I opened his shirt, and pulled it from his muscular shoulders. His upper body was unbelievable: tan, defined, with a little stubble from shaving his ripped chest. I had never seen a body like this in real life.

I ran my hands over his muscles. He leaned his head back and sighed.

Charlie shifted a little in the seat, and when he did, I was aware of his hard cock against my leg.

I was nervous again, but I had to see it, to touch it.

I leaned back on my haunched and undid his belt. I popped his trousers open and reached for the waistband of his silk boxers.

Charlie lifted his cute butt from the sofa, my cue to slip his pants off.

My hands were shaking as I did so.

As his pants and underwear slid off his hips, his cock sprung free. It nearly hit me in the face.

He was long and kind of slender, with a curve. It was a beautiful cock.