Strip for Rob

The ever-growing intensity of the kiss is making your knees shake. Pulling yourself away you guide Rob to the edge of the bed, and with a little shove, he sits on the edge. He holds a hand out for you to join him on it, but instead you take a small step back into the middle of the room.

As he watches you, you run your hands down your slim waist until it comes to the top of your skirt. Easing fingers under each side, you slowly push it down, the tightness gripping you as the short covering moves teasingly slowly downwards. Rob sits with his eyes firmly fixed on your waist as the skirt moves downwards, until the top of your thong becomes visible. Careful not to drag that down with your skirt, you wiggle slightly dragging the skirt down to your thighs, giving him a full view of your thong. Letting your hands come free, one shake and the skirt falls to the floor, puddle around your boots.

Letting your hands return to your waist, this time they rise upwards, finding the bottom of the tight top you have worn all night, the tight top that has hidden your amazing breasts from view all night.

As you look in his direction, Rob’s eyes are wide and intent on seeing the sights you have to offer. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you lift your arms over your head, bringing the top with them. You feel the material as it runs up over your breasts, teasing your hard nipples as it tries without success to retain the large mounds inside by lifting them upwards. As the top lifts higher, gravity takes over and your breasts fall free from the top, bouncing gently on your chest before coming back to rest.

You pull your arms free from it and drop it behind you, leaving yourself standing there just in your small red lace thong. Rob does not seem to know where to look, his eyes flicking madly from the breasts that to him seem so much bigger than he realised earlier, to your face and then down to your thong.

The boots are impossible to slip off as easily as the rest of your clothes, and you need to lean over to unzip each first. Your breasts sway gently as you lean forward, giving Rob another great view while you first unzip and then pull the boots free. Kicking them to one side you return to standing there in front of your captive audience.

Determined to make this a strip to remember, you turn your back to him, allowing him a view of your ass, the soft round cheeks separated by the strip of your thong that runs up the valley between them. After giving a little wiggle you let your hands ease inside the sides of the thong, and peel it downwards.

You can feel the thong as it pulls free from between your cheeks, then as you lean slightly forward, you push it down in one sudden movement, leaving it around your knees. Standing back upright, you pull your knees together making the thong there fall free around your ankles.

The final act of your strip sees you turning back to Rob as you step completely out of the thong, and this time his eyes know exactly where they should be, between your thighs, and greeted with the sight of your perfectly smooth lips.