I look at you, thinking about what you had done before. I could do things the same way, of course. But you are quite pleasant to look at, and I want to touch you. I go to my knees and close the distance between us, surprising myself when I find my hands on you.
I'd never really touched another person, not simply for the sake of touching them. I tentatively explore your body, the shape of your muscles through your skin. I start at the arm nearest me, touching my way up, over your shoulder, and up the side of your neck. My touch stays light, gliding, caressing, gently exploring. From your neck I move down your chest, feeling the coarse hairs there, even pausing to circle, tease and stimulate your nipples with a fingertip. Then down further, over your stomach, exploring each dip and ridge of muscle.
On my knees beside you as you recline in the grass, I've all but forgotten you, I'm focused on my hands on your body. I reach over you to run my hands down both of your thighs, rising up on my knees as I lean forward, giving you a clear view up my short leather wrap. I slid my hands back toward your center and shift, moving closer to your legs, facing you. I glance up at you as my hands slow, coming to your cock. I gently nudge your thighs apart and move to kneel between your legs. My hands slide up your inner thighs, then very carefully caress your balls. I glance up sharply to see your reaction.
