Chloe strips naked

After what seemed like an age, Chloe's fingers reached for her neck. Trembling, she undid one button of her pale green blouse, then another, working her way down. It was a loose garment, tight at the cuffs, and as she finished unbuttoning, slid it down her arms and behind her back. The blouse floated down to the floor.

"One down," said Will. "Many to go."

Chloe hadn't prepared for this whatsoever. Oh, she was wearing suitable clothes, nothing with stains or holes, but mentally she was broken. Convinced of victory, certain of it. This was impossible, and yet she was doing it.

Underneath her blouse, Chloe was wearing a white crop top, her midriff in view. Will let his eyes drift over Chloe's toned abdomen, her tanned skin. Chloe rolled the crop top up her body and over her head, revealing a black bra. Her tits weren't large, but they were clearly perky, and Will was very much looking forward to seeing them.

Chloe knew that it didn't matter what order she shed her clothes, that it all had to come off, and yet somehow it seemed wrong to take off her bra before anything below the waist. Having already taken off her shoes at the door, she unbuckled the belt of her jean shorts and stepped out of them. Now there was nothing to delay the inevitable.

A thong! Will beamed as Chloe's shorts tumbled to earth. Her black thong matched her bra and hid very little, allowing Will's eyes to run from her bare feet all the way to her crotch. There was so much skin on view he was almost spoilt for choice. She was already as undressed as he was last week, standing there in her underwear, so he'd already had **** - the next part would be the cherry on the cake.

Chloe held her breath and watched Will's eyes roam her body. Damn, why did she agree to this? Chloe knew she looked good, but nobody had ever seen her in as little as this before - and it was about to get much, much worse.

Will's eyes followed Chloe's fingers as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. Shrugging off the shoulder straps, Chloe held the cups with one hand and awkwardly tried to twist out of one strap at a time, without dropping the bra and giving Will an eyeful. Eventually, she was done, and Will locked eyes with her as she let the bra fall.

Chloe had absolutely no intention of giving Will a glimpse of her tits, let alone her pussy or ass. As she dropped her bra, she kept one hand across her chest, covering her nipples. The bet had only demanded the loser strip, not flash. Now down to one hand, Chloe peeled down her thong on each side, squeezing her thighs togther.

Will could tell what Chloe was trying to do, but she hadn't planned ahead. With one arm clamped across her chest, Chloe couldn't possibly remove her thong and cover her crotch with the same hand. She was trapped. Whatever she did next, Will would see some skin.

Chloe swore in her head. How was she going to get out of this one? She wasn't about to flash her pussy at Will. Eventually, she knew what had to be done. Biting the bullet, Chloe turned around, showing her ass cheeks and bare back to Will. Quickly, she slid her thong down her legs, making sure not to bed over and reveal it all from behind. Then, one hand covering each danger zone, she turned back around.

Will shook his head in mock amazement at the performance he'd just witnessed. "Nobody has ever taken that long to get undressed, Clo. Great job."

"Most people don't have leering pervs watching them."

"Takes one to know one, dear. You weren't shy last week, if I recall."

They were both blushing. Will had rearranged his legs to hide his now semi-erect cock. Chloe remained stationary, hands and arms stuck to her front. Will thought he spied the slightest tuft of hair above the hand covering her pussy.