If you two can compare your organs.

She was right next to you now, looking into your eyes, but when you asked this question she recoiled a bit, looking shocked that you'd even suggest that. But after a second she replies "I'm not supposed to... but okay... I see yours, I guess it's only fair. But you have to help me with my clothes."

She moves forward and sits right down on top of your lap, right on top of your cock, and motions at the zipper on the back of her dress. You take a second to start because of the sudden excitement of her lap on your bare cock, but after a second you start unzipping her dress. She doesn't seem to realise she's completely exciting you. After a second, you pull her dress over her shoulders. You're curious, so before you continue pulling it down, you ask her about her clothing.

"Oh..." she replies. "I like fashion. I always have. When I went to parties the women who wore the most interesting clothes were always the most fun to be around. I started having dresses like theirs all the time, now I don't even have any normal clothes left."

"...I see." Honestly, what she's been wearing had drawn you to her the whole time. She was just so different from most people you've met, and you guess that's just what made her sexy to you.

"Thanks. Not many people seem to like my clothes. I'm glad you do." she finishes, as you begin to pull her dress down further.

You reveal what she's wearing underneath: a white, lacy bra, a definite paralell to the dark dress that you were pulling off of her. You could finally get a good judge of her breast size, too. Not huge, but bigger than you had originally thought with the dress hiding it all. The size seemed to compliment her shape, anyway. Her breasts looked to be about a 32B, but you couldn't really tell, especially considering her bra had no tags or labels to judge by. You started wondering if she made all of her clothes herself.

You continue to pull her dress down slowly with one hand, but the other one moved back up to clasp her breast through her bra. She let out a quick sigh, but she seemed to trust you completely. You fondle her for a minute, her breath getting more intense, before you let her go and ask her to stand up so you can get the dress off the bottom. Her dress was already off of her enough that when she stood up it slid easily off of her hips and onto a pile on the floor. She was easily about the cutest thing you've ever seen, with a slim, slender body and a matching white lace set of undergarments. She still had her dark gloves on, and one of her boots as well. It takes yourself a second to notice that you've become fully erect again, dispite ejaculating only a few minutes earlier.

You're actually somewhat embarassed, so you tell her to sit on the bed and you will take her other boot off for her. You use the time to conceal your erection, and pull off her long boot, followed by her striped stocking. Damn, she was wonderful. And you really didn't want to embarass yourself in front of her.