The dry scratchy feeling, that’s what Bryan dislikes about the dark red couch in the TV room of Danielle’s apartment. It doesn’t bother Danielle, he figures, because she’s allowed to sit on it fully clothed. She never has to feel that harsh fabric on her bare thighs and butt. Every time Bryan visits her apartment they sit together, her fully clothed and him fully naked, and as he rests his head on her shoulder, the couch digs into him, constantly reminding him how exposed his smooth, shaved body is. He pretends not to be bothered. It’s easier not to complain. His nudity is one of the many rules of their relationship, and he puts up with it because it makes her happy.
Danielle stands up and steps toward her kitchen. “I’m getting a drink, want one?”
She tries to get him to drink when she is about to try something new. It makes him nervous, wondering what’s coming. “Yes, thanks I’ll have whatever you have.”
She walks off and Bryan can’t help but stare at her toned ass and thighs as she goes. His naked cock twitches between his legs as he’s reminded why he puts up with her. His hand wanders between his legs and almost without realizing it he is stroking one finger along the underside of his shaft. He doesn’t hear Danielle finish pouring the drinks. She rounds the corner back to the TV room and Bryan just barely manages to stop in time to not get caught.