"Can you take off your shirt?" Mel asked. "I like looking at you without your shirt on."

I nodded, in a bit of a daze, then removed my shirt. Mel's fingers trailed along the waistband of my shorts before sliding them inside. I gasped with pleasure as soon as I felt her digits touch the skin of my shaft. And I found myself helping her as she tugged on my shorts. Next thing I knew, I was as naked as she was. And her hand was wrapped around my shaft.

"We should stop this," I gasped as my hips bucked involuntarily.

"We probably should," Mel mused. "But I'm interested to...