Getting Naked

Undressing Marc was a process. His cufflinks had to come off, and then she had to untuck his shirt to finish unbuttoning it. He had nice arms, a little hairy but not a gorilla, and strong shoulders. She took off his shoes, feeling silly kneeling in front of him, and then his socks which were an annoyingly silly pair with little karate-kicking figures embroidered into them.

She stood back up and looked him in the eye as she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of its loops, then undid his pants and let them drop down his legs. She hesitated at his briefs, her fingers just grazing their elastic waist, as she glared up into his eyes.

Damn you, she thought at him. Damn you for making me want this somehow.

She dropped to her knees again, pulling his briefs with her, and tried to ignore his cock as she got them and his pants off his legs. She stood back up, folded the clothes, and set them with the rest on the kitchen island. She didn’t intend to look at it, but a glance down had her lingering.

He had an uncut cock. She’d never been with a guy who wasn’t circumcised. It looked odd to her but also sent a little thrill of want through her to figure it out. It was also a good size.

“Very nice, Detective,” Marc said softly, and Sinead realized she’d been staring and blinked, looking up at him and then over at the egg timer. Almost five minutes gone.

“What now?” she asked.

“Now I think it’s your turn,” Marc said, always with that fucking smile that made her so fucking mad.

“Fine,” she said. She stripped herself, trying to make it as unsexy as possible. She did it quickly, forcing herself not to hesitate. Willing herself to just get it done. She didn’t bother folding her clothes like she had his - she’d done it with his automatically because they were so nice, but her’s were just normal clothes. They would have ended up on the floor of her apartment if she were at home, eventually making it into a clothes hamper in a couple of days.

She was naked. Her tits were out. She wanted to cover herself, to put a hand in front of her to block his view, but that felt like she would be showing him weakness. Like she would be ceding him power in this. So she stood with her fingers curled nervously but her hands at her side as he just looked at her. His eyes travelled all over her, lingering in this way like he was appreciating some statue in a museum or something. It made her skin crawl, but she didn’t think it was from being creeped out. It made her feel… It felt odd, but it made her feel valued. Like he was appraising her and she was worth something surprising.

He took a moment to step around her and Sinead stiffened a little, but he didn’t touch her. He just kept looking at her. Examining her.

Sinead knew her ass was her best feature. It was firm and tight and she worked to keep it that way, along with her legs. She’d always been a runner. In comparison her tits were small, and depending on the time of the month could be almost non-existent.

“You are absolutely stunning,” Marc said gently as he stepped back around her. “Truly, Sinead. You’re entirely beautiful.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she didn’t and just bit the inside of her cheek. “What now?” she asked, glancing over at the clock. Getting naked had only taken a minute, but he’d just looked at her for longer. Almost ten minutes down now.

“Now, Sinead,” Marc said. “I want you to kneel.”

“To suck your cock?” she asked.

“Eventually,” Marc said. “But first I need to see if you can kneel properly.”

What the fuck did that mean? She thought. Sinead went down to her knees, looking up at him like he was crazy.

Marc tutted and shook his head a little. “That’s what I thought,” he said.

“What? There's a problem with how I kneel?” Sinead asked.

“Yes, actually,” Marc said. He went down on one knee next to her, his casualness about his own nudity somehow frustrating her even more as his cock just hung there. “First, Detective, you’ll be much more comfortable if you spread your knees just slightly.” And then he touched her for the first time. It wasn’t a grope, or a soft pet, or a squeeze. He simply pressed his flattened hand between her knees, which were firmly pressed together, and she naturally spread her legs until they were maybe two inches apart. The tension left them once she wasn’t pressing them together with her nerves.

“Good,” Marc said, then reached behind her and softly put his hand on the small of her back. “Now straighten up here. Your posture is horrible.”

Sinead wanted to grumble but did what he asked. It was nothing to question, really. She did have bad posture. She sat up, straightening her lower back, which also brought her shoulders up and back a little.

“Better,” Marc nodded. “Now, loosen your shoulders.” She did. “Good. And your hands can rest here.” He took her hands and placed them on top of her thighs. “How does that feel?”

“Comfortable, I guess,” Sinead said. “I mean, my ankles will probably ache at some point, but it's comfortable.”

“Well, you won’t be like this for too long,” Marc smiled that fucking smile. He stood and ran two fingers through her hair, pulling it back over her ear. Then he turned and walked away from her, his firm ass weaving away deeper into his apartment until he was in the comfortable sitting area underneath his lofted bedroom. He sat in a comfortable-looking chair. “Come to me,” he said.

Sinead went to stand, but Marc held up a hand. “Ah,” he said. “Come to me.” Just the way he said it made her flush with embarrassment as she knew what he wanted. She leaned forward and started to crawl towards him on her hands and knees.

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