Take a little peek

I guess, a little peek wouldn't hurt. But I need to have some excuse if I get caught.

I open the bottle and pour two glasses. I then carry both glasses towards Melanie's bedroom, carefully so I don't spill. I could see her through the door, her back turned towards me. She's bending over and pulling up her pajama bottoms, and she didn't have any panties on! I could feel my hard-on rapidly building up.

I pause, mentally debating whether to continue or back off. In that split second, Melanie moves to the door and bumps into me, sending both glasses flying, with the wine soaking the front of her pajamas.

My efforts at catching the glasses failed and we ended in a heap on the floor. Melanie was on top of me, her face facing my raging hard-on. With apprehension, I watch her slowly turn her head towards me. Would she be mad at me for standing in her way, or would she laugh at our little accident?