The heat beneath my fingertips was amazing. There was a definite bulge in his boxer briefs but I suspected, despite the impressive size, that he wasn't quite aroused. I used the tips of my fingers around the waist band of his boxers but I was nervous and it took me a couple tries to slide my fingers beneath the elastic. Once I finally managed it, I slid my fingers around from the front of his body to the back and gave a tug. He obligingly lifted his hips and I pulled his boxer briefs and pants down over his rear end all at once. I blushed again when I realized the clothes were caught on the front of his body. I eased my hands back around, and this time there was no help for it. I had to touch him. I felt his cock twitch and jump a little when my fingertips brushed over his skin as I freed his clothes and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down and off his legs.
I looked up and realized I had a very attractive man, completely naked, in bed, waiting for me. I swallowed hard and dipped the washcloth into the basin of warm water that was sitting on the side table. I brought the cloth over to his neck and shoulders and began wetting his lightly bronzed skin, making slow circles down his shoulders, over his muscled biceps and easing down to his strong, masculine fingers. I used my fingers to brush the cloth between his, drawing it up and down slowly, using the texture of the fabric to stroke the sensitive skin between each finger. I dipped the cloth back into the warm water and repeated the process on his other shoulder, arm and hand before wetting the washcloth again and having myself a good look at the chest I was about to stroke. He was a finely built man, nicely muscled but not overly, like some arrogant gym rats can be, with a light dusting of hair across his pecs and around his small brown nipples. I traced the path my eyes had taken with the warm washcloth, brushing the slightly rough material over his nipples maybe a little more than necessary, but enjoying the way they tightened at my ministrations. I continued my lazy circular movements down his chest and over his tight stomach muscles, watching them jump slightly when I moved my hand close to his sides, where he was slightly ticklish.
