No, she has to come out in her underwear

"I'm sorry, Annette," said Darren. "I just don't think it's right to go back on a promise."

"Okay," she said, letting out a sigh. "Oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this."

After what was probably another full minute, she finally stepped out from behind the door.

Her face was bright, bright red, and her eyes were closed tight. But Darren's eyes were wide open, and his phone camera was recording.

And there she was, wearing nothing but that little blue matching set of bra and panties.

She was just as stunning as he had imagined all this time. Her long shapely legs, trim torso, pert breasts. Darren couldn't believe his eyes.

Annette tried to cover up with her hands, but she wasn't sure where to put them. She couldn't fully cover up her underwear with just her hands. And anyway, wasn't it better to cover up her exposed skin? God! She hadn't exposed so much skin ever to anyone.

Darren picked up his phone and started to record her from multiple angles.

"Eek that's enough!" she squeaked, rushing back towards her bathroom.

Darren (and his camera) got a great view of her backside as she rushed away into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Hand me my clothes, will you?" she said from behind the door.