Without need of prompting, Chris begins peeling his jacket off of his shoulders. He leaves it hanging on his arms and pulls the shirt out of his belt, drawing it up so I can see a tiny glimpse of a gorgeous ripple of soft, muscular abdomen as he pivots his hips and flexes for me. My hands come together, clenched between my breasts as my rapture takes hold. He notes the effect and exploits it, teasing me with the partial removal of each item of clothing, flashing me subtle glimpses of his naked body. Finally, his whole torso is naked and rippling with his strategic flexing and posing. He even comes to sit on the edge of the bed beside me, taking my hands and running them all over his bare chest before sliding them down over his pectorals, his abdomen and his waist, finally tucking my finger
