Sneaking a peek....

As she was about to turn to go the rest of the way up... Beth was suddenly seized by an impulse. She found herself lingering, tiptoeing back down to where she could just see back into the living room.
Kyle was rifling through his duffel bag. He appeared to be looking for a shirt: he had a pair of casual khaki slacks laid out, as well as a pair of boxer briefs. Beth bit her lip. I just want to see how they compare...
She watched with a burning face and a delicious feeling of breaking the rules... as Kyle peeled off his undershirt. Damn... his back muscles were deceptively well toned beneath tattoos on both shoulder blades and down his rib cage. She couldn't see clearly, but the rib cage tattoos looked like the names of men, with ranks, and dates. She remained arrested on the display of youth and manly fitness as he unfastened and dropped his fatigues, and when he turned to face the couch, Beth shied back a little. As he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, she bit hard to suppress a squeal of delight.
When the boxers dropped, so did her jaw, and she had to clap a hand over her mouth. Even soft, he was a match for his big brother, and was probably the bigger when erect.

{if Shame > 82
} What are you doing ?!?! Her conscience was screaming inside her skull, but she couldn't stop looking.
{elseif Shame > 75
} I sh... I shouldn't.... her thoughts couldn't quite get to what she shouldn't be doing.
{else
}Wow... he's tasty... her conscience seemed to be absent, perhaps the buzz of wine had silenced her.{endif
}A few scars did nothing to detract from his gorgeous body. {if Arousal > 37
} She reached into her panties to find, to her shock, that she was getting wet. {endif
} As he started to dress, she retreated, catching her breath against the wall. {if Formation = 1
}Are you crazy? What's gotten into you? {else} Ok, crazy girl. Go get changed before you get in trouble. {endif}

She hurried to her room to pick an outfit. "Fun, not fancy..."