As Megan felt the fabric of her shirt being pulled loose from the waistband of her skirt, she began to tug at Ayers' shirt to free it. Under her fingers, his skin was soft and warm. As much as Megan would enjoy seeing him, she was enjoying just exploring the topography of his skin, at once so familiar and so new.
He felt leaner now; his muscles more dense and trained. As if having a mind of their own, Megan's fingers slipped down his toned belly to the button on his trousers. She popped the button open and slipped only the tips of her fingers under the waistband as she moved her hands across his belly as they kissed. His skin was softer and warmer there. It was a bit of a tease perhaps but Megan couldn't help herself. Ayers always had this perfect little gasp if she moved her fingers just right. Part of her wondered if she could still do it.