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Chapter 37 by dirtykentman

What does he want to see first?

Her naked body

“Undress.” The single word makes her gasp at its bluntness. She knew this was why he wanted to get her alone in private but the way he says it, without any hesitation or attempt to prepare her is both thrilling and scary to her. Even though she is not an innocent young girl, she realises most of her sexual experience to this point has been fumbling around in the back of a boyfriends car or at a party. This feels so different to anything she has ever experienced before.

He pushes some of her discarded clothes off a chair onto the floor so he can sit and look at her, clearly waiting for her to do as he has asked. “Well, I’m waiting young lady” he asks as she stand frozen to the spot.

“Yes, yes, of course” she mumbles as she tries to look relaxed and not show him how her heart is beating so fast, how her whole body is on fire at the thrill of what is happening to her. Her hands slide into the little skirt, easing it down until it falls away to her feet. Leaving it there, she quickly pulls her t-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor, leaving her there in just her bikini.

“Carry on” he commands as she pauses for just one second. All she can do is nod as she reaches behind her neck to untie the straps of her bikini top, and as they fall away, her hands reach behind to find the clasp, the last thing holding it in place. She doesn’t hesitate in undoing it, not even bothering to reach around to hold it in place as she might have done to tease someone else. She realises all she wants to do now is show him her body.

She feels a ridiculous amount of pride as she sees him nodding in approval as he takes in the sight of her now bare breasts, realising that this is actually the first time he has seen them for real, not just a picture or on camera. He doesn’t say anything, but she sees how his gaze flicks down, making it clear what he expects next. Her hands ease down, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her little bikini bottoms, peeling them downwards quickly, pushing them past her thighs, knees, until they too fall to her feet with her skirt. She stands upright, motionless in front of him, letting him inspect her, realising she is waiting for his approval and next command.

“Lovely” is all he has to say to make her smile wide with pride at knowing he is pleased. “Now…”

What does he have in mind for her now?

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