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“Thank——”
I stopped her again. “Just do, don’t talk.”
Her eyes went wide as she took in a deep breath, but she didn’t object.
“Give me your purse.”
She took it off her shoulder, and I placed it over the back of a chair.
“Amy, take off your clothes, but not the shoes,” I told her as I went to the wine fridge to pull out a bottle of champagne.
“What?”
A quick point of my finger silenced her. “Trust me. You want this to be good, so you have to trust me to show you how.” I pulled the champagne out and undid the wire holding the cork.
This would be the test. Would she follow instructions and get undressed in the middle of the room with the lights on? Tonight would either be fantastic, or she’d bolt, and I’d be spared having to break my rule.
I popped the cork in the sink and retrieved two flutes. When I looked over, she hadn’t moved.
She was torn, conflicted. She stared at me wordlessly as I filled the two glasses.
I started toward her with the champagne.
She decided to please me and began to unbutton her blouse.
Good girl.
I could hardly walk with the raging hard-on in my pants as she slowly took off her blouse to reveal the black lace bra I’d gotten tempting glimpses of earlier.
Her tits filled the cups and overflowed into an alluring cleavage. I took a seat to watch, setting the drinks down for the moment.
She kept her eyes on me——hungry eyes, not scared eyes anymore. She unclasped her bra, looped her thumbs through the straps, and pulled it off to fall away.
I inhaled sharply at the sight of her marvelous tits, a perfect white inside the tan line. They bounced a tantalizing dance as she moved. Tight little knots of raspberry pink nipples pointed out at me, daring me to lick them, to nip them, to suck them, to twist them.
Her smile grew as she gathered the effect she was having on me. She understood the power of the striptease artist over the audience. She controlled the pace, at least for the moment.
My breathing became labored as she teased me, wiggling slowly out of her skirt, kicking it to the side, and slowly, ever so slowly, pulling down the black lace panties that matched her bra.
Her tits swung enticingly as she leaned over to glide her panties down to her ankles. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she held my eyes while she stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
My tension ratcheted up as she stood tall and naked except for those tall, red fuck-me shoes.
“Turn around. Turn around slowly,” I instructed her.
She complied without complaint. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back. The white of her ass matched the paleness of her tits.
I was going to enjoy grabbing that ass and caressing those tits. She had nice hips——hips made for grabbing. She hadn’t shaved naked the way so many girls thought they had to today. She sported a trimmed landing strip of a bush, wider than most.
Her tits bobbed ever so slightly as she stepped around making her circle for me.
“You are gorgeous, Amy, perfectly gorgeous.”
A quick blush rose from her chest to her cheeks. She smiled broadly, but wisely didn’t say a word. She had said she’d started her own company, so she was obviously a confident, take-no-shit woman in the working world. Those kind were often the most willing to be compliant in the bedroom. They were confident in their minds and their bodies.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” I asked.
She nodded, and I brought the glasses over. I handed her one, and she started to sip.
