<br/>"Oh you do, do you?" Remmy asked with a laugh. "I think you might be right. But what shall I dance to, hmmm? Give me moment, eh?" He got up and killed the drink he had in hand. Then he smiled and began a slow sway as he crossed over to Rose in a sort of cross between shuffle and sashay.<br/><br/>Remmy's deep brown eyes peered through his glasses into Rose's blue ones. He liked the way they sparkled even in the soft yellow light of a camp cabin--fireplace and candles and cheesy motel tablelamps seemed to mellow a lot of people's eyes, in his view. He stopped before her, keeping the eye contact as he rolled his hips and did his best to be sensual and not out-and-out sexual.<br/><br/>It was a fine line, and a losing battle, as Remmy knew his hardness was growing even firmer as he danced. The soft, faux-silk and cotton blend of his gym shorts was tightening along the seam where the fly would be in a regular pair of pants, but Remmy ignored it and began slowly inching his t-shirt up his tanned body.<br/><br/>At the start of camp, he was still a bit soft around the waist, but the tighter diet and increase in exercise and activity had worked well in giving him--while not quite a six-pack--a more defined, hardbody sort of look. Suddenly, he dropped to a squat and drew the shirt off over his head.<br/><br/><em>Coolness, didn't hook the glasses...</em><br/><br/>Remmy eased forward from the squat to place is knees on the floor and slide his hands up Rose's ankles and calves, then pushing pack to kneel in front of her, back arched, and hands dropping behind and to the side of his body to support him while he thrust his pelvis up towards Rose.<br/><br/>The movement of his dance proved a little much for his shorts, and the fabric  bunched up in the center letting the legholes reveal, for certain, that Remmy had gone commando that day.<br/>-----<br/>8-)