[waltj7]

I had an idea.

"Do you want to touch my abs?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course," she said.

"Okay, on one condition. I let you touch my abs if you let me touch your boobs."

"Under my shirt?" she asked?

"Yes," I said.

"Okay, but I get to go first," she said. "And just once."

I lifted up my shirt and she put her hands on my stomach. This was the first time she had ever touched me in this way and I liked it. My dick liked it, too and I could feel it getting harder in my jeans. I don't think she noticed, though, as she was too focused. She rubbed my stomach and then up to my chest, squeezing and pressing. After a few seconds I pulled my shirt down and said, "my turn."

She obliged, somewhat reluctantly. She leaned back a little and pulled up her shirt. I didn't hesitate. My hands immediately went to her tits and she gasped a little. I gently grabbed them from the sides and rubbed my thumbs up and down, hitting her nipples once or twice. Her nipples were hard and when I touched them she gasped again. I looked up at her and her head was back and her eyes were closed. This was good.

She must have realized that my time was up because she pulled her shirt back down over my hands. "That's it," she said, and she pulled my hands out from under her shirt.

We kind of made our way back to our respective sides of the couch. Not at opposite ends, but not too close to each other either.

I broke the ice "that was fun!"

"Yeah," she said, giggling again.

We continued watching the game, but we'd glance over to each other occasionally. When we would catch each other looking we'd laugh. She needed to put another load of laundry in so she got up to do that. Quietly, I followed her and stood behind a wall, peeking my head out into the laundry room. Her back was toward me and when she bent down to get some more dirty clothes her shirt road up and her skirt road slightly down, exposing the top of a pink thong.

I had another idea.

I quietly went back to the couch where she joined me a couple of minutes later. She asked if she missed anything and I told her she didn't. The truth was, I hadn't been paying attention to the game for awhile now.

"I'm psychic, you know," I said.

"No you're not," she said.

"Yes, I am. I can tell you what color underwear you're wearing."

"No way!" she said.

"Yep, pink!" I said.

"How did you know!" she said in astonishment.

"I told you, I'm psychic!"

As if she didn't believe me, she discretely pulled her skirt away from her waist and looked down. And she looked up at me and smiled. "Seriously, how did you know?" she asked.

I didn't answer, but instead I said, "and it's also a thong."

She smiled - "how did you know?"

It was time to tell her so I did.

"Not fair!" she said. "Now I should get to see your underwear! Let me guess...boxers!"

"Yep," I said, and I gave her a quick flash of the tops. My dick was still hard and this time I thought she might have noticed.

She reached over and pulled out my boxers from under my jeans, grazing my dick with her hand in the process. "Monkeys!?!?" Yes, my boxers had monkeys on them.

"I like monkeys," I said. She laughed.

Spontaneously, I reached over past her to grab a magazine off the side table she was sitting next to. I let my hands graze her tits on the way by. It was quite intentional (I didn't try to hide that fact) and she could tell. She was surprised, but she liked it. After a couple of seconds of thinking, she said, "now my turn."

To be continued...