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I take it in with one long glance, looking for anything that’s too messy. Luckily the place is pretty tidy, and I don’t think there’s anything to gross Summer out. The room is undoubtedly masculine but it’s clean and tidy. I try to look at it through an outsider’s point of view.
The room consists of three white walls with a dark blue feature wall that contains a brick fireplace. The furniture is all glass and chrome aside from the couch and the armchairs which are leather in the same shade of dark blue as the feature wall. Above the fireplace, a huge TV is mounted on the wall.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” I smile as I go and sit down on the couch beside Summer. I put our drinks down on the coffee table in front of us.
“I’m not sure humble is the word,” Summer laughs. “It’s nice though. I like it.”
“Really?” I say, a little bit surprised. “My mom, my sister, every female really tells me this space is too full of masculine energy that I need accent pillows or some shit to feminize it a bit.”
“Oh, what bullshit,” Summer says. “They’re just intimidated by the clean lines and the minimalist feel. Sure, it’s not for everyone, but the last thing you want is accent pillows. Or cozy little throws. Or any of the other shit they suggest.”
We both laugh and then Summer picks up her drink and takes a mouthful. She winces.
“Sorry, is it too strong?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“No, it’s ok. I just wasn’t expecting it to be that strong,” she laughs. “I’ve gotten too used to bar measures.”
She takes another drink and this time, she doesn’t wince. I take a sip of mine and I see she’s right; it is a bit strong but in reality, she’s right; it’s probably just strong compared to pub measures.
“Should I put some music on?” I ask.
Summer nods her head and I get up. I put my cell phone in my docking station, so the music comes through the main sound system and then I find my chill-out playlist and start it. By the time I sit back down, Summer is humming along to the music.
“I love this song,” she says with a smile.
She puts her drink down and stands up and reaches for my hand to pull me up with her.
“Oh no, no way,” I laugh.
Summer shrugs one shoulder.
“Your loss,” she says.
She goes to the other side of the coffee table and stands in the center of the room. She sways her hips and raises her hands up in the air and dances. She looks so good, and I’m already starting to wish I had gotten up with her, but at the same time, I’m more than happy to sit here and enjoy the show. And what a show it is turning out to be.
Summer is still swaying her hips and moving her body from side to side, but her hands are down now. Her head is back slightly, and her eyes are closed. Her fingers are working their way down the front of her blouse opening the buttons as she goes. She reaches the waistband of her skirt, and she takes her blouse in both hands and pulls it loose. She opens the last few buttons and then she shrugs the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms and lets it fall to the floor.
The song changes, but Summer doesn’t stop her little strip tease. She’s onto her skirt now. She runs her hands over her hips where the material sticks to her body and makes her curves look insanely good. She reaches behind herself, and she must open her skirt because the next moment, it drops to the floor. She side steps then lifts the skirt on one foot and flicks it away.
She continues to dance. Her arms are up in the air again as she stands before me, swaying, in nothing but her white lacy panties and matching bra and her high black heels. My cock is already rock hard and watching Summer’s show is doing nothing to make me feel any more comfortable down there. The only way I will be able to be comfortable down there is by taking Summer and my god I have to have her right now.
I stand up and go to her. I start to reach out to wrap my arms around her, but she catches my hands and holds them out to our sides, involving me in her dance. I let her move me around a bit and I even sway my hips a bit with her, but I am not here to dance, I’m here to have Summer. I drop her hands and reach for her again, but she ducks out of my reach and shakes her head. She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Not until you’ve stripped for me,” she says.
I’m more than open to taking my clothes off, but I hope Summer doesn’t expect me to put on a show like she did. Where she looked sexy and set the mood, I would look stupid and kill it.
I’m taking my jacket off even as I think that, and I throw it down on the armchair near me. I pull my shirt out of my pants and then I loosen my tie and pull it over my head, dropping it on the ground. I undo the top couple of shirt buttons and then I pull that over my head and throw it to the ground. I pause for a moment and Summer and I stand watching each other. I can feel the desire pumping through my body and I know I have to have this girl soon or I will explode.
I move my hands to my pants opening the button and fly then push them down. I lift one foot up and pull off my shoe and sock then the pants leg. I repeat the same with the other foot. I stand before Summer in just my boxer shorts. Her eyes roam over my body and she makes a low moaning sound in the back of her throat. The noise is so fucking sexy, and I reach for her, but she jumps back. She shakes her head, that teasing smile back on her face.
“All of it,” she says, looking pointedly at my boxer shorts where they are still in place on my body.
“You’re still in your underwear,” I point out.
“Oh. So, I am. Let me fix that,” Summer says.
