Page 135 of Statler

Statler’s eyes grew wide, and she could see them darken with desire as she tossed her shirt aside and sat there, clad only in her demure white bra.

But she was only getting started.

Next, her hands went to his T, and keeping in mind his tickle admonition, Eliza carefully lifted it to his neck, gazing longingly at his chest.

It was as beautiful as she’d imagined.

“This has to go,” she told him, giving the shirt a tug.

It took less than two seconds for Statler to strip out of it while still remaining on his back.

Then he settled, waiting to see what she’d do next.

For her, this would be the hardest.

Nobody had ever seen her without clothes except Holden, and even though he’d seemed to appreciate her body, he’d never been very verbal about what he saw when he looked at her.

Trying to bring saliva to her suddenly dry mouth, Eliza toed off her sneakers, then got to her feet.

It was now or never.

She unclasped her bra and let it drop, then without looking at Statler for his reaction, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down, panties and all, kicking them away to stand completely naked before him.

“Gorgeous,” he hissed, the bulge in his pants growing ever larger as he looked his fill. “You are a goddess. I can’t wait to touch and kiss you all over.”

Eliza canted her head, eating up the appreciation in his eyes, but her emotions were so all over the place, she reverted back to humor. “Wait. I thought I was running this show.”

Statler growled low in his throat. “You are. But I’m just telling you what’s going to happen, later, after you’ve finished exercising your authority.”

That was quite a promise.

Eliza shivered as a cold breeze rustled the leaves on the trees, caressing her unprotected skin, and her nipples hardened into diamond points.

Was it the air, or Statler’s words that were causing her excitement? She gave an internal scoff. That was a complete no-brainer.

Nature, zero, Statler one. Hands down.

When his fingers went to the front of his jeans, Eliza found her voice again.

“Uh, uh. No touching. That’s all for me,” she said, dropping to her knees on the blanket beside him.

Her mouth watered, thinking of what she could do to him, now that she’d been given complete autonomy.

She reached for his zipper, and with her tongue poking out in anticipation, she slowly lowered it, careful not to damage the goods beneath.

“Hips up,” she requested breathlessly, and when he complied, she shucked his jeans down, bringing his boxers with them.

His cock sprang free, clearly happy to be let loose, but as Statler went to toe off his boots, Eliza shook a finger at him.

“Nope. I think we’ll keep you trapped like that for a while,” she decided. “That way you won’t be tempted to take over.”

Statler moaned, but his staff bobbed as if in agreement.

Keeping her eyes on his, Eliza lowered her head and kissed the smooth tip of his pink staff, swiping up the sweet droplet that appeared, savoring Statler’s taste.

He gave one grunt, which turned into several as she continued to pepper his cock with staccato kisses before opening her mouth and sliding down his length.

His large body was immediately covered in goosebumps.