No one would ever refer to Penny as waif. She was nowhere near as in shape as a professional athlete, but her calves and thighs, especially, were well-muscled from all her months and years of trekking and roughing it in rural locales. She was pretty confident in herself; her body was nothing to be ashamed of.
She wrapped her arms around him, as well, although she let her hands wander south and into his boxers. Penelope was a big fan of his rear end and let Charlie know by squeezing firmly. She could stay pressed up against him in this fashion for hours...well, she could if she didn't have other things on her mind. Without disentangling herself from him, she started inching his boxers down slowly.