As I stepped backward toward the sofa, I grabbed at his shirt, drawing him closer to me. As he slid my shirt over my head, displaying my perky breasts wrapped in a purple Victoria Secret lace push up bra, I fiddled with his buttons.
"Damn, you're so f*****g attractive," he said, his attention drawn to my cleavage.
"You're not too awful yourself," I added as I undid the final button on his shirt and let it fall to the floor.
His abs and chest were rock solid. I'd never seen a flawless six pack in person before, and it was every bit as beautiful as you'd think. Tattoos covered his torso and arms; I couldn't make them all out in the dim light, but I did see an anchor on his chest, front and center. I thought I had a Navy lad on my hands. Curtis wasn't a gym rat, and I can't remember ever b
