Behind Enemy Lines

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"What am I doing? This is not me. I must not. My...my family."

She protested, but her eyes told me something different.
"Cherie, your family will never know what happens here. We are two people, met for a few moments in a place and time."

As I spoke, I found the few simple buttons that fastened her shift. I held her eyes with mine as I slid the dress from her shoulders. The breasts that were concealed came into view. They were perfect......full, standing out proudly from her chest. I broke eye contact and lowered my head. My lips began to make love. I kissed them, one......the other, almost worshipfully. It had been so long since...........

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

His words once again soothed me, all the way to my core. I again softened. I truly wanted this and he could sense it.

He slid my garments from my shoulders, exposing my breasts. His eyes caressed me as he bent down, his eyes never leaving mine until his lips touched my breast. Delightful shivers raced through me and I became moist.

My hands reached behind his head and my fingers laced into his hair. Involuntarily a moan escaped my lips and my back arched. My legs parted and slid to each side of his and my pelvis pressed into his now hardening maleness. He pressed down into me sending slivers of electricity through to me and I had to bite down on my lip for fear of making too much noise.

I finally uttered, "Oh, oui. Oui, mon colonel."

 

[Ragingbull]

Joe

British Flags in this part of France? I realized it must be a trick. Tessa was trying to set me up. I left her behind and took off through the woods. Didn't know where I was headed. Somehow I stumbled into a Convent. A stern looking sister looked both ways, then guided me through the doors. I was taken to a room below the ground and told to stay. After a while the door opened. Standing before me was a beautiful young sister with a tray of food and some water..."You like to eat?" she asked in accented English.

OOC: Anyone up for a nun tryst? We may burn in hell, but what the heck.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Oh, oui. Oui, mon colonel."

Her words told me that she was mine. Strangely, however, I felt a tenderness that had been missing from my psyche for several years. This French woman, A wife and daughter of an enemy of the Fatherland, had somehow struck a chord. The winds of war had thrust us together for a fleeting moment.....something told me that we would both remember it for our entire lives.

Her hips grinding against me brought me back from my musing. I lifted myself for just a moment. My shirt and pants joined my uniform jacket on the chair beside the cot. I looked back at Monique, caressed her cheek, and slid her simple dress completely off her body.

"Mein Gott," I began, and then switched to English, "Monique, you are beautiful. You are like a statue of a goddess, but you are not cold like marble." My English was stilted, but I meant every word. Her hips flared in delicious curves, framing the dark patch of fur at the apex of her legs. Her mouth was parted. Her breathing was as fast as mine. Her almost perfect breasts were tiipped by rock hard nipples, nipples that begged for attention.

All this flashed through my mind in the brief moment it took me to rid myself of my uniform. I lowered myself back on the small cot, savoring the feel of her bare skin against mine. My mouth sought, and then found, a dusky nub. I brushed it with my tongue, teasing it to full attention. As my left hand caressed, I slowly sucked it into my mouth, my lips touching every centimeter as I slid it in and out. I raised my head and kissed her deeply before I shifted my attention to her other swelling orb......

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

Just as I felt myself abandon my misgivings he rose from the cot. He shed his clothing and reached down to me, tenderly removing my own.

He gazed down at me and spoke to me as if I were a goddess, causing my cheeks to redden in embarrassment. Self-consciously I tried to cover my nakedness but he took my hands gently away as he joined me once again on the cot.

His mouth lowered to a breast and I felt delicious tingling spreading warmly down to my sex. His legs bound my own and the heat radiated through me.

A sigh escaped my lips, his head raising and kissing me with a passion I'd always dreamed of, then lowered, taking my other nipple into his mouth. His tongue danced around my areola, sucking the nipple. His maleness was throbbing against my skin and I knew beyond doubt that I wanted him, all of him.

My hands went to his hair, fingers twining in the silkiness of it. My passion was growing as I raised a leg, bending it at the knee, my foot caressing his leg, my pelvis rising on its own accord, inviting him to pleasure me.

But there was a question burning within me I had to know. I spoke huskily.

"Please, heir colonel, may I know your name before we continue?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Please, Herr Colonel, may I know your name before we continue?"

"Ich bin..." ..I did it again. I switched to my careful English and replied, "Monique, I am Thor von Hillersbach."

I answered as she lifted one leg and rubbed mine with her foot. Monique's hips were rising and falling in the ageless rhythm of sex. She was ready, but I wanted to prolong this moment forever. As I spoke, I let her nipple slip from my lips and I kissed her breasts....and then slid lower. Her tummy was softly rounded and her belly button drew my tongue like a magnet. The aroma of her arousal teased my nostrils. I kissed......ever lower. Her pubic mound was hard....and she was moving her hips a bit faster. I gripped her bottom in both of my strong hands and lifted her to my mouth. I kissed each lip in turn......and then, my tongue flattened, licked her from bottom to top. Her tangy juices flooded my mouth. I sucked....licked.....and kissed...........

 

[Kineser]

Sr. Anna, 26

OOC:
Born in Singapore, orphaned at birth, her father lost his life before she was born, and her mother at her birth. She was raised in a convent, being taken in by the sisters there, and had taken her vows a year ago. Then she was sent overseas to Europe, to live and work in a convent there.
As the only asian nun in the convent, she felt at home. Although war raged outside, inside it was safe.
She loved to read and play the piano. She also had a beautiful singing voice. She was well liked by the other nuns, even the stern Mother Superior.
But Sister Anna had a deep dark secret. Ever since she'd read a book about lust, she had been wondering about the male body. Not that she met many males in the convent. Only old cook and the gardener. And occasionally a traveler or a priest asking to spend the night during their travels.
She was petite, only 5'5 and 100lbs, a slender well formed body and small breasts.

IC:
When Mother Superior told me there was a refugee hiding in the cellar, my heart beat faster from excitement. Although I liked it here, the convent is a very dull place, hardly any visitors ever come this way, because it's situated in quite a remote place. When I was told that I had to serve the Church in France, I envisioned Paris! and other exotic places. But no, I had to be stuck here in this out of place convent.

Tentatively I asked Mother what nationality the refugee was, and she said that he was a white man, but we would still have to find out who exactly he was. She then sent me to the kitchen to fetch food and water to bring to him. But before I went off, she looked me in the eye: "Sr. Anna, you're still a young woman, and pretty too. I caution you to keep yourself in check. I can see from your heightened color how agitated you are, and I understand that any excitement in this remote place is welcome for you. That is why I will assign you to take care of our guest, see to his needs, but don't forget your place."

I bent my head in shame, as all the things she said were true, and there were other images and thoughts going on in my mind that I would have to confess later. But I was too excited and curious. So I bent my head and kissed her ring, then looked up at her and said: "Thank you, Mother. I will take very good care of our guest" , ignoring her other words.

I half ran to the kitchen, and asked Cook to prepare a tray with bread, some meat and water. Then I hurried down the stairs to the underground room. I knocked and opened the door: ..."You like to eat?"

 

[Ragingbull]

Joe

I studied my guest carefully. Her beauty was striking, but different. High cheekbones, almond eyes, jet black hair. She was Asian. And she spoke English. I sat up in the bed. The blanket fell from my shoulders exposing my naked chest. She put her hand to her mouth and gasped... "It's okay, really, I won't hurt you. And thank you for the food. Please put it on the table." She hesitated then entered putting the plate and water on the only other furnishing in the room, a small table. She started to leave... "Don't go." I gently grabbed her arm... "Please. I... I need someone to help me. What's your name?"

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

Thor von Hillersbach. I attempted to form my tongue around the strange name.

My body was afire with lust, with a need I had buried so long ago. I wanted this man who was my enemy.

My hips bucked up against his hardness, wanting him, but he resisted and began kissing his way down my abdomen. His kisses teased sensation along my skin as he reached my sex.

He reached beneath me, grabbing my derriere, lifting my hot wet chamber to his probing tongue. He licked the juices that had formed, then proceeded to lick my clit, sucking and licking, sending lightning bolts deep within my core.

My hands went to his head, curling my fingers in his hair, as I indicated my release to him, my approval apparent in my thrusts to meet his tongue as he probed in and out of my pussy. I was building to a climax, moans emanating from my mouth, and I cried, out, "Mon dieu, mon dieu, ohhh, ouiii." My hips raised up and my legs involuntarily clamped inward as my orgasm tore through me.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Mon dieu, mon dieu, ohhh, ouiii." As the words were torn from her lips, Monique slammed her hips upward and simultaneously clamped her thighs around my head. Juices flowed from her sex.....almost choking me with the flow.

I loved to bring a woman to climax with my mouth. I sensed that it had been a long time....if ever, that she had cum like this. I licked her frantically, wanting to prolong the moment.....and bring her to a higher place.

Then, I slowed as her hips slowed....the frantic thrusting now slow. She rotated her hips, my tongue at the center of her movements. I lifted my head and moved my body higher...kissing her as I moved. My lips found Monique's. My tongue probed her mouth. As we kissed, I guided myself with my left hand....I could wait no longer....it seemed like an eternity since I had last been with a woman.......and this woman was.....well........special. I slipped the tip of my cock into her, and then stopped. I did not want to cum yet...and I was excited beyond belief.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

As my orgasm began to recede, Thor's lips moved up my torso until he reached my lips. His kiss was electrifying, our tongues almost frantic in their probing, the passion building. The taste of my juices mingling between us drove me higher as my hands went around his neck, pulling him closer.

I felt him maneuver his cock to my hot entrance, slipping the tip in slightly. I bucked, aching to have him bury himself within my womb, but he did not pursue. This teasing caused my lust to build and I lifted my feet, my legs encircling his hips, opening myself fully to him.

"Please...please. Oh, Colonel Thor, I am yours. Please...take me," I breathed out. My fingernails clawed at his back, weakly attempting to pull him into me.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Please...please. Oh, Colonel Thor, I am yours. Please...take me,"

Monique's words were like gasoline on a fire....innocent, but inflaming in the extreme. I felt her nails rake my back, but there was no pain. And then she wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in. A rutting bull was no more powerful than I. Ending the teasing, I plunged my painfully hard shaft into her with one hard stroke. Our bodies rose and fell together. She dug her heels into my back and met every thrust with an upward movement of her hips. Monique's need was as great as mine. Barriers of language, politics, and culture were swept away in the tidal wave of our passion.

Our pubic bones slammed together. The sounds of sex surrounded us; moans, whimpers, the sounds of wetness and mating. I put my palms flat on either side of her on the small cot. I opened my eyes and watched my cock drive in and out of her body like a piston. Our bodies were slick with perspiration and her juices.

I heard something - and then realized it was my own voice saying, in English, over and over, her name..............

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

For the first time in many years, I felt passion overtaking my reasoning, begging him to make me his.

My body had craved exactly what he was giving, the animalistic joining of two sexual creatures, two sexual creatures who had a need for more than the physical joining.

As he entered me, my body shuddered, lust consuming me. We were no longer enemies but impassioned lovers, bringing each other to new heights.

My moans grew as my climax neared, my nails digging into Thor's back. I whimpered, wanting the release that only his thrusting could bring. My legs locked behind him and squeezed him into me as my orgasm racked my body. I cried out in my pleasure, my back arching, and the room receded from view.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

.........as I felt Monique's body convulse and shudder, I moved my hips faster and faster. I could feel a tightening and then I exploded - pumping jet after jet of warm man-juice into her depths. I ground my hips as my body found release. I dipped my head and kissed her full on the mouth..... Then, as my breathing slowed to 150% of normal, I let my whole body gently collapse. I slid my arms around Monique, rolled onto my side, and stroked her hair and shoulders...........

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

I could feel him climax as he pumped his seed into my belly, the hot liquid searing my womb. He rolled to his side and we lay panting, catching our breath as we recovered.

He tenderly caressed my hair and my arms. I was savoring the feeling, sighing deeply. Then reality hit me and I realized what I'd done. It was like cold water being thrown into my face.

My hands flew to my face, tears forming in my eyes.

"Oh, what have I done?" I sobbed.

I knew full well what I'd done. I'd slept with the enemy.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Oh, what have I done?" I heard her and my mind started to spin furiously. I knew what the French underground would do to a woman who 'consorted' with a German. Before meeting Monique, I would not have cared....laughed about it in fact. Now..............

Her daughter was aware of the fact that Monique was in my command vehicle. I thought and then a plan began to emerge.....

'Monique, I am going to hurt you a bit. It must appear that I forced you, otherwise...." I left the thought hanging in the air. She knew full well what would happen if people thought she was willing.... Heaven help me, I was somehow enthralled by this simple French farmer's wife. I began to dream of life after the war....how she would enjoy the von Hillersbach estate.......

'Monique, forgive me...it is the only way..." I cupped her chin tenderly in my hand and kissed her. Then I handed her her dress.....and watched as she put it on. At the same time I dressed in my menacing black SS uniform...

I kissed her once more....and wiped the tear from the corner of her eye.... "I don't know how or when, but I will be back, Monique."

Then, with the back of my hand I slapped her face....SLAPPPP, SLAPPPP A bright bloom of blood appeared on her lip. I reached out and ripped the neck of her dress, exposing one of the breasts that I had grown to love. I reached out and squeezed...making sure that my hand left red marks....

Then I yelled in my parade ground voice, "Hans, kommen sie herein." When the door sprang open, I ordered the Feldwebel that appeared to take her back to her farm. I managed to sneer and act completely contempuous. I did, however, tell him to see that no harm came to her......

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

I lay in his arms, softly crying. I had enjoyed the way this German officer had made love to me. He had been so tender, so...loving. But now I was frightened. My acts could destroy me.

"Monique, I am going to hurt you a bit. It must appear that I forced you, otherwise...."

His soothing voice as he told me what he would do both calmed me and disturbed me. He was right, of course. It would appear that I'd been forced.

"Monique, forgive me...it is the only way..."

He kissed me tenderly and then we dressed, I in my peasant's dress, he in his handsome but imposing uniform. He then kissed me, not as a captor but as a lover, passionate, promising, "I don't know how or when, but I will be back, Monique."

Then he struck me. Even knowing what he would do, it was a shock. Pain erupted on my face and I felt blood. He tore my clothing, my flesh becoming visible, and grabbed me roughly, painfully. I cried out, as much from the pain as from the anquish visible on his face.

I trembled as he shouted in German, my knees becoming weak. As the door burst open, I was becoming faint. Then the German soldiers were on either side of me, bustling me through the door. I glanced back to the command vehicle and was touched when Thor blew a silent kiss in my direction.

The ride back to the farm was short. As the car pulled away, my knees buckled and I collapsed to the ground, crying out as the pebbles ground into my skin.

 

[Kineser]

Sr. Anna

I gasped as his hairy chest came into view. My hand flew to my mouth as my eyes widened. Never had I seen a half naked man. Involuntarily I took a step backward. "It's okay, really, I won't hurt you. And thank you for the food. Please put it on the table." I looked at his face and saw his smile, except for being undressed, he didn't look menacing. You could even say that he was quite good looking.

I entered the room gingerly and set the tray down on the small table, then, not knowing what else to do, I turned around and prepared to leave. "Don't go." he gently grabbed my arm... "Please. I... I need someone to help me. What's your name?"

"I am Sister Anna. You speak English, but not British." It was good to hear the language that was so familiar to me. I had been struggling with French and Latin ever since I got here. "You are American? What is your name? And what can I do for you?" My English was Chinese accented but clear.

 

[Ragingbull]

Joe

Her features were striking. The smooth skin, oval face, friendly smile, big Asian eyes. I tried to stand. The pain in my leg from resting too long was obvious. I put my hand on her shoulder to steady myself. I stood in front of her, naked from the waist up. I saw her eyes glance at my powerful chest before turning away. I picked up the plated and stuffed some bread in my mouth washing it down with water... “My name is Joe. I was shot down by the Germans. I need a shower. Some new clothes.”... I stuffed some more bread in my mouth, then picked up the soup bowl and drank from it. She was studying me... “Sorry. I’m hungry. I need to rest here until my leg is better... a few days maybe. Then I need to find a way home.” I caught her looking up at me. My blue eyes locked on hers.... “You are very beautiful. You seem out of place here.”

 

[LipstickKitten]

Monique DeBrebon - the mother

Monique collected her thoughts and painfully rose from the ground. Looking slowly around the farm, no one was visible. Wondering where her daughters were, she limped into the house.

She called out, "Isabella, Malia, Tessa."

She was greeted with silence.

She put water on the stove and gathered a wash cloth and bowl. She gathered soothing herbs and added them to the warming water. While she waited for the water to get hot, she went to the mirror. She couldn't help but gasp as she saw her swollen lip, the dried blood trailing from her mouth, and the bruise forming at her breast.

She touched at her mouth and was astonished to feel pain.

He couldn't have hit me that hard. He made love to me. He cares about me.

Tears formed in her eyes yet again as she dipped her cloth into the fragrant water and began cleaning her wounds and applying a soothing salve to her bruises. It was then she began to worry that Tessa was not yet back from the German's military post.

But he promised she would be unharmed. Where could she be? Is she still there? I must find her. Oh, my baby Tessa, what have you done?

She quickly changed out of her torn dress into a clean one and hurried to the forest, intent on rescuing her daughter from the German soldiers who would like nothing more than to take her ripening flowering virginity from her youngest.

 

[Kineser]

Sr. Anna

His blue eyes were bluer than a summer sky, and they were looking at me. I was mesmerized by them. Two deep blue pools, fathomless, and I almost drowned in them. As if from far away I heard him say: “You are very beautiful. You seem out of place here.”

No, no I'm not just an ordinary woman, I'm an ordained nun! He mustn't speak to me like that.

Sr. Anna shook her head, and as if she hadn't heard him, said: "Joe. Mere Elisabet has assigned me to care for you. I will dress your wounds and feed you. After you're healed we will find you a way to get home. Now I will get you clothes and a towel. Also some soap and shaving things." Her lips felt stiff as she said the words, and as soon as she'd finished, she turned and walked out of his room.

Her feelings were in turmoil. Never had a man looked at her that way, and never had her heart fluttered so fast. She hurried up the stairs, her hand clutching her heart. Quickly she went to the sewing room and ask the Sister in charge for some clothes. The convent always got clothes for the poor, and they had enough to cloth a small army. Then she went to the laundry room to get a clean towel and a piece of soap. Last she visited the medicine cabinet, got some potions and lotions, bandages, and finally, a shaving knife.

She made her way back down the stairs, but halfway down, her steps slowed. In a way she was happy to be able to help this man, but she was also wondering at the turmoil of feelings that went on in her. what was happening to her? Quickly she made a sign of the cross, something that had always been able to calm her down. This time it also worked, and she was able to compose herself before she knocked on his door once more.

 

[Ragingbull]

Joe

"Thank you, Anna."... I went to take the things from her, but the towel dropped. She squatted to get it just as I stepped aside. This resulted in the side of her face brushing the front of my trousers right at the bulge of my manhood. I was trapped between the table and bed and tried to squirm away but just pressed harder against the side of her face. The unexpected stimulation on my cock cause it to expand. Anna, suddenly realizing what she was feeling, tried to stand. We were squeezed so tightly between the bed an table that her body rubbed tightly against me as she stood with her back to me. My growing shaft pressed against her soft ass cheeks, pushing into the crack between them. I was finally able to squirm away after pressing harder into her cheeks..... "Sorry, a little tight in here."... She looked flushed and upset, then rushed out telling me to follow her to the shower..... The shower was not very private but it would have to do. Several nozzels were on the wall in a large room with toilets on the other side. Heavy drapes covered the two doors leading in from the outside, but they didn't close all the way. I turned on the hot water and stripped down. The spray felt so good, relaxing my muscles. I let the water stream over my head and down my body. I soaped down my body and realized my cock was still sensitive from the earlier stimulation. It started to grow as I rubbed my hand over it. I closed my eyes and imagined Anna with her lips wrapped around me. My fingers curled around my girth and began to pump. Now I imagined sliding between her rounded cheeks, entering her sweet honeypot from behind. I stroked myself faster. It had been so long since I had been with a woman. I was thrusting into her tight passage, harder and harder... yes, Anna, lets finish together... I was startled by a noise by one of the doors, saw a blurred movement. Better save this for later, I thought. I dressed an came out. Sister Anna was waiting for me, looking flustered...."I will dress you wounds now." Could she... no. We returned to my room.

 

[Kineser]

Sr. Anna

Oh my, oh my, what was happening to her. She had never been so close to a man, especially such a big strong blue eyed man, who ground his privates into her back. She knew it was not intentional and didn't blame him. But what flustered her was the feelings that came up inside her. Suddenly she felt very hot and bothered, and also moist down there, like when her period started. But it was not her time, was it? So why then?

She hurried out of the room, mumbling to him to follow her to the showers. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid he'd hear. But he followed her docilely, and when they got to the shower, he enterd and closed the curtain behind him.

Sr. Anna ran upstairs to the Sister's toilet (the one in the basement was for guests), and sat trembing on the toilet. She was going to put on a sanitary napkin, but found that there was no blood. Only a clear moistness covering her private parts. Quickly she wiped herself dry, wondering what it was. then hurried back to the showers.

She didn't hear the water and thought he'd finished. She peeked around the partially closed curtain, only to see that he was still there. His naked body looked magnificent, like a Greek god's statue. Just at that moment he shifted his body, and she could see him in profile.

His hands were caressing his manhood, which stood out from his body. It was large and veiny. He groaned as he stroked himself, his eyes tightly closed. Sr. Anna again felt herself get moist, while her mouth became very dry. He started to stroke himself faster and his manhood seemed to grow even longer. She gasped at the sight, then quickly pulled back from the curtain as he opened his eyes.

She hoped he didn't see her. Well, she didn't intentionally want to peek on him. She waited patiently outside the showers until he came out. "I will dress your wounds now." They walked back to his room.

When they got there, she motioned for him to lie down on the bed. Then she set up the bandages and potions on the small table beside it. Then she turned to him :"Let me take a look at your leg. And show me all other wounds and bruises too."

 

[Ragingbull]

Joe

“Well, it’s mostly my left leg, up along here”... I pointed to my upper thigh near my groin... “I hit a tree, twisted my leg. I’m also scraped up pretty bad back here.” I rubbed my left buttocks... “And my left shoulder is also pretty sore, but I can move it okay.” She asked me to remove my shirt and trousers so she could examine me, then told me to wrap a towel around my private areas and lie face down on the bed. She turned her back while I did this. I wasn’t sure whether to remove my boxers, but decided to do so because of the scrapes on my buttocks. Once I was face down on the bed I let her know. She sat down next to me. I felt her soft hands against my naked shoulder, gently probing as she examine me. The soft touch of a woman’s hands felt good. She’s just trying to treat you, I told myself. Still, I felt stirrings in my groin that I couldn’t control.

 

[Guest]

Sr. Anna

This kind of work is what she was trained for. She knew how to treat wounds, and back home she'd even learned the traditional ways: setting bones, sprains, massage.

Her hands were gentle as she probed the flesh around his bruises and wounds, looking for shrapnel and broken bones. "You have no broken bones here," she said as she finished examining his shoulder and back. Now she moved down to his buttocks, and as she touched him, his buttocks clenched in reflex.

"No real wounds, just scrapes. They will heal in no time," she said as she put disinfectant on it.

"Now you need to turn around." Again Sr. Anna turned away as Joe turned around to lie on his back.

As she turned back to face him, she saw the bulge under the towel, but pretended she didn't know. She examined his upper thigh, gently probed the swelling that had started to turn blue, as he minced in pain. "No broken bones here either. But you twisted your thigh and I will have to straighten it out. It will hurt a bit, but if I don't do it, you will suffer for weeks. This way, it will heal in a few days."

She stood up and bent over his thigh, then took his thigh in bothe her hands and started to pull and turn. "Oouwwww", he yelped. She smiled, "I told you it will hurt a bit. Will you let me do it?" He nodded, his eyes fixed on her face.

"Now put your arms over your head and hold on to the headboard", she instructed. She did as he said, then she pulled and twisted again. He bit his lips against the pain, not wanting to cry out again, and was amazed at her strength. Suddenly he could feel his muscles realign, and then the pain was gone. "There, it's done," she said. "Now I will do some massage on your back muscles." At that moment they both looked down at his thigh, only to see that the towel had shifted away, and they could both see his erect manhood.