He tries not to get hard.

Please just put on a nightgown now. Please oh please.

Unfortunately for Taern, he is far from chaste. Elves come across as noble and proper by the way they speak, but they're like anybody else, and Taern is even more awkward around women. He tries hard to focus his mind so it doesn't fill with lewd ideas--everything he'd love to do with her right now. She's standing there in nothing but underwear, and given her modest dress, he imagines that very few have seen her like this. Her breasts are large, and they're barely contained by her tiny pink bra. As she moves, her cleavage jiggles. Her stomach is slim and her belly button is cute, and her panties hug her sexy hips closely. Beneath that, there's only a brief strip of skin before her thigh-high socks begin, which reach all the way down to her toes.

Keep it together. Keep it together. Just think about something else. Birds. The ocean. A relaxing breeze.

She bends over--cleavage hanging. Her hands slowly glide each sock down her slender legs and off her feet one by one. Her skin looks so incredibly smooth and soft.

A quiet forest! Solitude on a mountain top!

Next, her hands reach back to the clasp of her bra.

No, no, no. Please have mercy. I can not... keep it down... much longer.

He starts to sweat. His face fills with red. It's taking the rest of his focus not to start breathing heavily.

Sophie undoes the bra. It's like a strip tease. She slowly brings each strap around to her front, and he holds the crumpled up fabric over her tits as she looks herself over in the mirror. She turns to each side, like she's assessing herself. Then she finally moves the bra out of the way and drops it to the ground. The moment finally comes. Her tits drop. They're not only large, but so perky as well. They look firm yet soft. Her breasts are perfect.

Holy shit!

She glides her hands over her humps and down her stomach. The small pink tips point forwards. His eyes can't look away. They follow each movement--each bounce and jiggle. The girl stands there in nothing but her frilly panties now.

At that point, the tingle grows too strong. There's a slight movement in his pants. He's trying as hard as he can, but he's still a boy--one that loves girls. His cock is starting to stiffen, and therefore start rising upwards.

So big! So bouncy! So cute! I can not... I... No, no! Stay down! This is torture! I am finished. This is it. My life is over!

Then she looks away. She picks up her clothing and starts walking over to her wardrobe on the other side of the room, over near her bed. The relief of the situation elicits a deep sigh. Unfortunately, that draws her attention right back over. Taern freezes up. After a moment longer, she turns away again, and this time his sigh of relief occurs inside his head.

His erection rises the rest of the way up the second he's safe.

She will hear the window, especially if it is still stuck. I have a plan. She is going to throw on her pajamas or whatever and then go to sleep. That is when I will make my move. All I need to do is readjust my pants here. If It's already up all the way, it will not move anymore. Perfect.

He does just that. After fidgeting with his trousers, he makes sure his erection is already straight up, and then presses back against the wall to turn invisible. It's incredibly uncomfortable to stand there with a hard-on, but at least he can't be seen. He can't let his arousal get in the way of his mission after all. Just as he finishes, the noble girl makes her way back over with a pale pink gown folded over her arm. She passes by the bed, which is also nearby--just a few steps past the mirror to his right--and stops in front of said mirror to once again look herself over.

She turns away and bends over, giving him a display of her rear comfortably held by her panties, and places the gown on the floor. She then slides her thumbs into the waistband of her panties as she stands back up, and she slides the down her hips. They fall the rest of the way, and she steps out to the side. Not only does she have the perfect tits, but her ass is amazing as well. This girl is a goddess under that dress, and hardly anyone would know.

Ohoho man. This is too much. My cock just twitched looking at her. Thank the gods I am already hard. This would be an impossible task, keeping it down.

Sophie turns around. She stands before the mirror--before him--fully nude. However, she doesn't seem to be bending over again to retrieve her nightgown. Instead she lingers for a moment. Then she purses her lips, and walks over to the foot of her bed. She sits her bare rear down against the edge, and his eyes follow curiously. He nearly chokes though as he watches one of her hands glide down her stomach to a spot between her legs.

She gasps, and then whimpers out a quiet moan.

Are you kidding me?! Go to bed!