She wants a second look...

Suddenly, you feel Miranda's fingers pull open your fly, sliding inside your pants and boxers. You feel heat rush into your face as her fingers find your cock.
"It...looked pretty nice from across the room, but..." Miranda pushes you back to arm's length. "I think I need a second look..."
"Oh my god...I can't believe..." you clam up before she thinks you're a complete nerd. It's not like you've never had sex before. But Miranda? In your t-shirt? Fishing in your pants to grab at your cock? It's so many sexy dreams coming true.
Your cock springs out of your boxers as Miranda pulls your pants down to your knees. She takes it in both hands, admiring it and stroking it, letting your tip drag against her midsection.
"It's...not as big as Tom's I know..." why the fuck would I bring that up?
"Never compare yourself to other cocks. Bigger isn't always better... besides... this is at least as big as any I've had." You kind of want to know how many that is, but you decide it's not really the wisest time to ask. Miranda releases you, and turns around to slide her panties down to the floor, bending over slightly. "Since you liked my ass...why don't I give you another look?" She bounces on her toes, making her ass jiggle up and down. You grab a handful of each cheek, squeezing the exquisite flesh between your fingers.
"You look with your hands?" Miranda laughs, and for a moment, you worry if you've gone too fast, but she quickly follows up. "I'm just kidding. You have strong hands... I like that."
"Well... you have a great ass!" you say, giving your best Pacino impression.
"Anything else I have that you think is great?" Miranda looks over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes.