Lois Undresses

In answer, Lois raised her right hand to her left shoulder and slipped the strap of the bra over her shoulder. Then took her left hand to her right shoulder to do the other, letting the black lace fall, and feeling the weight of her pert, modest breasts supported only by the cups, she leaned forward slightly, and reached behind her to undo the clasp.

There was a sense of power with this, the blindfolded reporter told herself, as the catch came free, and the cups feel gently away. She raised her arms so that the nipples were not bared, not right away. Lois could feel the eyes of Blaze on her, drinking in each inch of exposed skin...and to her surprise, the reporter wanted to give her a show.

She straightened, the bra straps hanging off her wrists, holding the cups to her bare chest with her hands—and then with a flourish let her arms fold out in front of her, holding the brassiere out as though an offering, her pert handfuls squeezed between her elbows. Unseen hands relieved her of the undergarment, drawing it slowly and softly away from her...and Lois turned then, hands hugging her upper arms, hiding her nakedness once again.

But she dropped her hands to her hips, where the band of her black lace panties rode against the soft pink flesh. They were side-ties, and Lois pulled the the strings taut, feeling the tension...but not hard enough to undo the knots. Not yet.

"You can come closer, if you'd like." Lois turned her head over her shoulder, seeing nothing, but hearing...yes, a heavier breathing. She could almost feel a hot breath on the cheeks of her ass...and she bent over at the waist, legs straight, as though to touch her toes.

And as her head dipped toward her thighs, she tugged the strings, feeling the knots unravel, the black lace falling down and away, and imagined what she must look like...her pussy bared from behind as she drew the strings forward, pulling the panties through the gap between her thighs...

Idly, she spread her feet, shoulder-width apart. Balled up the panties in one hand and tossed them through the arch of her legs. Wondered, briefly, if Blaze was waiting there to catch them...or if the reporter was only being a dramatic fool.

Well, if she's looking, let her get a good look. Lois thought, hiding her smirk. The cool air was pleasant on her bare vulva, and she felt a pleasant buzz from her drinks before...and then something warm brushed against her pussy, just soft enough to make the fine hairs stand up and tingle...