Pulling it off her shoulders and letting it drop onto her skirt on the floor. She leant back against the chair and as her knee slid forward, pushing a...gainst me, she felt the reaction that she had come to know so well.Then she leant down, putting her hands on the back of the chair, teasing her boobs in front of me. Every cell in my body screamed to reach up or lean forward, to take them for me. She would have loved that, welcomed my touch, but I knew the anticipation could drive her wild.I lay. All I could think about most days was the velvet box on my dresser. It was a daily struggle not to ask her every time I saw her. Then the week of the Olympic finals came up and the Coach came to the house and told my parents that either I was serious about this thing and I needed to put everything else aside for a couple months or I could tell him then and there that I wasn't really interested in being in the Games. I've never really been particularly competitive but every time I had gotten in. I sat on a fallen log for a while and waited on Russ to come through the trees. After a while, I heard the familiar rustle through the brush and a few twigs snap. When I looked up, there he was. Russ was completely naked, carrying a small backpack, and a sizeable cock hanging in front of him."What are you doing?" I asked. "Aren't you afraid of anyone seeing you?" I stifled a chuckle, but at the same time, I was impressed with his penis."No one ever comes out here.", he said. "Besides, I said to. I looked over and said, "I want you to look me in the eyes."Kristen turned her head, "Just bear with me, this is not easy and don't judge me. I have been scared of doing this. I almost stopped; this is not in my character. You do not know what it took for me to dress like this. Once I was dressed, I felt sexy." I can say you outdid yourself and you look beautiful. Yes, you do have me sexually aroused." Zak, you come across as self-confident and I am the opposite and I hope that some of you can.