Steve said: “Come on, Adam, –it’ll just be for us. We won’t tell a soul about it.” That small tingle of modesty I should have paid a bit more attention to just seconds before was replaced by a desire that was there all along.
“Okay!,” I said, “you can just watch me –here I go!” I began to unbutton my shorts as Mary looked on in disbelief. I lifted my T-shirt over my head, pulling it off, and dropping it to the ground, next to my bike.
“Oh, Adam, I can’t believe you’re going to do this,” Mary cried, “Aren’t you embarrassed at all? Stop, please!” This just emboldened me even further. I unzipped my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. My hands clasping the waistband of my underpants and tugged them down, and enjoyed the feel of the cotton slipping across the curve of each butt cheek.
“Oh, you’re really shameless!” Mary said. “Not at all, Mary – I feel great!,” I replied while bending down to pull my shorts and underpants out of each pant-leg, drawing them off each sneaker, then dropping them next to my bike.