Should we head to the theater?
He could almost hear the sparkle in Alexa's eye. He turned his hand over underneath hers so that he could squeeze her hand ever so softly. "You bet, the theater it is!" Only one thing, let me drop you off at your room while I go change. What I'm wearing isn't fancy, but it's not laying-in-bed-watching-a-movie attire. Besides, I have to pick up the bourbon that I promised."
Brian took Alexa by the hand and dropped her off at her door, planting a very small, but suggestive kiss on her lips as he moved down the hall to his own room. Once there, he quickly shed his shirt and pants, with the aim of donning a pair of sweats and a tee.
Brian couldn't suppress a small laugh. He had a minor dilemma: Should he were his undershorts under his sweats. Clearly, if - no, when - he started to have an erection it would be readily apparent if he was not wearing his underwear that provided some restraint.
The choice was clear. Brian tossed his underwear in his suitcase and slipped on his sweats. "What the fuck," he chuckled, "it's not like either one of us doesn't know how this evening is going to end."
He could almost hear the sparkle in Alexa's eye. He turned his hand over underneath hers so that he could squeeze her hand ever so softly. "You bet, the theater it is!" Only one thing, let me drop you off at your room while I go change. What I'm wearing isn't fancy, but it's not laying-in-bed-watching-a-movie attire. Besides, I have to pick up the bourbon that I promised."
Brian took Alexa by the hand and dropped her off at her door, planting a very small, but suggestive kiss on her lips as he moved down the hall to his own room. Once there, he quickly shed his shirt and pants, with the aim of donning a pair of sweats and a tee.
Brian couldn't suppress a small laugh. He had a minor dilemma: Should he were his undershorts under his sweats. Clearly, if - no, when - he started to have an erection it would be readily apparent if he was not wearing his underwear that provided some restraint.
The choice was clear. Brian tossed his underwear in his suitcase and slipped on his sweats. "What the fuck," he chuckled, "it's not like either one of us doesn't know how this evening is going to end."
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