Her hand calmly explored the crotch of my jeans, seeking out my male rod. She quickly found it and gasped softly. She looked up at me while her fingers traced the length of my penis.

"You're so hard already...," she quietly remarked.

"Can you blame me?" I replied, drawing an amused smile from her. I then asked, "I wonder how wet you are right now?"

"Why don't you find out?" she softly responded with an expression of pure seriousness on her face. I didn't need much more invitation than that.

I hunched over her again, slowly drawing a hand down her trim belly. I popped the button of her tight...