Taking her panties off

[Robert's POV]

I'd hit the jackpot!

As an obese man, I'd never gotten any women, even the ugly ones. But that day, my luck had changed. Finally, in front of me, there was a woman dumb enough to let me feel her up. Best of all, she was getting naked for me while her hubby had been ordered to wait outside!

Once John had left, it was just Rachel and I, and she took no time at all in getting her bra off. Still, her arms instinctively covered her breasts, granting me only some sideboob for my eyes to feast on (don't worry, there was plenty of sideboob; these tits were more than a handful!). She then moved onto removing her shorts, revealing her black cotton panties. I'd need to get my hands on those later (but really, why bother? I could just get the real deal - Rachel's pussy - any time I wanted, she was dumb enough for that). Then, Rachel looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Umm, Rob... could you take my panties off, please?" She whimpered. My eyes lit up, happy. Rachel continued with her explanation, "I'm still a little shy and I need both hands to cover my breasts, so if it doesn't inconvenience you, would you be able to take my panties off?"

I looked at the size of her tits, they certainly did need two arms to contain. "Of course, Rachel." I obliged, happily.

"Thank you!" She mumbled as she squeezed her breasts firmly. "You're such a gentleman!"

"Yes, unlike John I'm a real man" I decided to remind her. With that being said, I slipped my fingers into the back of her panties, feeling the ample flesh of her buttocks, and I tugged at them, pulling them about two inches down. I could have pulled them all the way, but I wasn't going to do that yet. I had a plan. "Rachel," I whispered, "I need you to bend over."

She looked confused. "Bend over? Why?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly. She was worried about her breasts slipping out from beneath her hands if she bent over.

"Because," I replied smoothly, "I need to get a proper grip on your panties." (She's buying it. Hook, line, and sinker.)

Rachel hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking about her exposed breasts, but she complied. Slowly, she bent forward at the waist, keeping her hands pressed firmly against her chest. Her spine curved gracefully, and her buttocks rose higher into the air. Her panties were stretched tautly across her hips and thighs, and her exposed back was pale and smooth.

"Perfect" I whispered, watching her panties sink further into the crevice of her ass. I regripped the elastic for her panties and attempted a faux tug again. "It's not working, these panties are on tight!" I exclaimed.

"Oh! Wait... I think I know why..." Her voice trailed off as she shifted her weight. "They're a size too small since I gained weight." (I feel so fat.)

"Rachel, this may feel uncomfortable, but I think I'll need to compress your ass cheeks to get them out of the panties," at this point, I was making up anything to touch her.

"Compress my...?" She sounded confused. "Okay, Rob... I trust you." (He's so helpful.)

Slap! I brought my hand down on her left ass cheek hard.

"Ahh!" She gasped, instinctively tightening her hands over her breasts. "Rob! That hurt!" (Why did he hit me?)

"It's necessary for the buttocks compression." I yelled at her, hoping John hears it. Rachel hesitated for a moment before speaking, "If it's necessary, I'm ready!"

"Oh... uh, okay..." She sighed softly. (He must know best.) "Go ahead." She shifted her legs wider, exposing more of her ass.

Slap! Slap! Slap! I spanked her ass repeatedly, leaving handprints on her pale flesh.

"Now, Rachel," I whispered hoarsely, "I need you to arch your back more... for better compression." (She's so fucking gullible.)

Rachel whimpered but obeyed, lifting her ass higher toward me. Her panties strained against her curves, revealing the deep cleft of her ass.

"Is this... helping?" she gasped between spanks. (It stings so much... but Rob seems serious.)

"Almost there," I lied, sliding my fingers beneath the elastic again. "Just one more adjustment..."

SLAP! My palm cracked against her right cheek hard enough to make her stagger forward. "Fuck!" I cursed loudly for John's benefit. "They're really stuck!"

Rachel was eating everything I said up like it was gospel.

It was time to escalate.