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“What?” I ask curiously. “What were you thinking?”
He rakes a hand through his hair. “I thought it would be nice if you could undress for me.”
“Oh, you want me to strip for you?” I don’t know if I like the idea of that, of him seeing me slowly reveal myself to him in this vulnerable way. All of me. “Would you like a lap dance too?”
He laughs. “Well, that would be lovely as well. Only if you’re up for it, Grasshopper.”
I consider undressing for him. I’ve worn a sexy matching bra and panties set, virginal white, innocent. I’ve shaved my legs and waxed my bikini line. Truth be told, I had a feeling this kind of thing might come up. A woman should always be prepared.
“I thought… once you’re naked, and I get to admire you for a bit, I could help you into that red dress. I’d love to see you in it.”
I smile. “I’m not sure if it still fits. The last time I wore it was four years ago.”
“Well, let’s see, shall we.”
I shake my head, and turn from him for a moment as I contemplate doing this. Thankfully, I’ve had two glasses of wine and am feeling pretty loose and frisky. I honestly don’t think I could do this without the liquid courage.
I whip my hair as I turn around to face him with a seductive expression on my face. Or at least what I think is a seductive expression.
He smiles, urging me to continue.
“I need some music,” I tell him, and hop over to my chest of drawers where my speaker sits. My phone is right next to it, and I debate what song might be best. I finally decide on Run DMCWalk this Way. It’s upbeat, fun and kind of sexy.
I swivel my hips and sway, laughing. He seems amused and excited. I toy with my hair in that flirty way I’ve seen strippers do in movies and on TV. I wonder if I’ve ever seen a stripper in the flesh. I don’t think I have. I’ve lived a very secluded life.
I reach for the tie of my dress, and shoot him a playful smile as I tug at it. I know I should probably be wearing heels for this. I’m doing this all wrong, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
He looks quite comfortable in my bed, watching me revealing myself to him. I peel the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
He bites his lip again. “Wow. I love it.”
I sway my hips, turn on my heel, and stick out my ass for him because I know he loves it.
“My little grasshopper is not as shy as I thought,” he says. His voice has changed. It’s deeper, more ragged. “Take them off.”
“Patience, Mr. Boss Man,” I scold. “All in due time.”
“You are cruel, Miss Morris.”
I turn to him. “Yes, it’s my turn to be cruel.”
He rubs a hand against his face. “May… may I touch myself?” he asks ever so politely.
I still for a moment. He’s such a naughty man. I turn back to see I’ve left the door ajar. I walk over and lock it carefully. We are both consenting adults, and the thought of him pleasuring himself while watching me excites me in the most unexpected of ways. “Yes,” I finally say, giving him the go-ahead.
I’m officially aroused now as I toy with the lacy band of my panties, swaying my hips. I watch him intently as he undoes his fly, and reaches into his pants. He closes his eyes for just a second when he grabs his hard-on.
God, I’m turned on. I follow suit, and slip my own hand under the fabric of my panties. I reach down and slide my fingers against my pussy. I’m already wet. I trail my other hand over my breast and with a swift motion of my fingers, I release it from my bra.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I love your breasts.” His strokes are slow and his eyes are dark and hooded. He’s not rushing, and I like that. I like that we can play together like this, without even touching each other. It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.
My nipples are hard under my touch, and my fingers are eager. I feel a climax coming on and suddenly it’s all I can think about.
“Take the brassiere off,” he commands.
I reach back for the clasp and quickly undo it. It falls to the floor, my breasts in full evidence. I suddenly feel exposed, vulnerable, but only for a moment.
