Examine her

“Eliza, take your clothes off.”

He thought he saw a glint of a pleading look cross her face as she began to unbutton her blouse. She was his puppet, but she didn’t want to be. She revealed her tits and he saw a simple bra underneath her practical work button up. He wanted to change that, certainly, but there was something endearing about how unprepared she was for anything sexual. She folded her shirt and placed it on a nearby chair. She slid out of her pencil skirt, leaving her standing in just her bra, panties, and heels. He almost wanted to stop her there and appreciate how sexy she was just like that, but he wanted to see her assets in full even more.

Eliza reached around to unclasp her bra, freeing her ample breasts. She put it on the chair with the rest of her clothes and he couldn’t help but look at her size. 36DDD. He smiled. She shimmied out of her panties as he checked her size, revealing a trimmed bush. She stood, waiting for her next command in nothing but her heels. He raised an eyebrow, but he guessed she somehow didn’t count shoes as clothing but as some separate category. He wasn’t complaining. Having a nineteen-year-old standing in his office naked but for a pair of heels wasn’t something to question too hard.

“So. Tell me about what you’ve done with your boyfriend.”

Steven began to walk around the girl, examining her nearly perfect body as she spoke.

“Um… well, I’ve used my hand on his… you know… but that’s really it. He’s wanted more, but I’m saving myself for my future husband. I don’t want to sully myself for the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.”

Steven looked up at her face; she looked sincere. He’d had his fill of her body with his eyes, now it was time to explore even more. He positioned himself behind her and reached around to grab her chest. Her tits filled his hands as he began to squeeze.

“How does that feel, Eliza?”

She paused, clearly not wanting to answer.

“Eliza, you will always answer me truthfully.”

“Yes sir. It feels good, but it also feels dirty.”

“Good.” Steven smiled.

He found his way to her nipples and began to pinch and roll them between his fingers. “And how does that feel?”

“It hurts, but I feel wet between my legs. Is that normal?”

Poor girl, he thought to himself. “Perfectly normal, Eliza. That’s your body getting ready for me.”

She whimpered as he slid one hand down her toned stomach to part her lower lips. Sure enough, she was wet for him from just the groping. Poor, repressed thing. He began to slide one of his fingers across her clit and she couldn’t help but moan.

“And how does that feel?”

“Oooohhhh, oh it feels good.”

No qualifier this time, he noticed. “That’s how I know your body wants me, Eliza.”

“Please, I can’t. I can’t ruin myself like that.”

“Shhh, it’s ok.” He continued rubbing her clit, intensifying the dissonance of her body and mind. “How about this: you think of me as your husband.”

“Oh… of course sir. I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“That’s alright, sweetheart. That’s alright.”

Steven grinned and leaned down to nuzzle at the girl’s neck. She smelled sweet and fresh as he inhaled deeply. He placed his lips at her neck near her collarbone and began to kiss her gently. He couldn’t decide if he wanted her first time to be bent over his desk or somewhere more intimate, but he knew he wanted to be the first to take her. Afterall, he was her husband in her mind and he could do whatever he wanted.