Striptease

At the time, it felt like a good idea, as you could feel yourself getting harder, and it would be a shame not to enjoy the moment.

However, having just told them to go and get specific clothes, now asking them to remove them seemed somewhat counter-intuitive.

Regardless, you hesitantly tell the two women fondling your earlobes with their mouths your command.

"I want...both of you..." you say, holding onto the pauses.

By now, the licking has stopped, and the two girls are impatiently stood by your side, biting their lower lips almost simultaneously.

"...to strip for me," you continue.

"Oh, sure - no problem!" Scarlett says, going completely against what you expected.

'No problem!' you say to yourself. These are two of the most famous, most attractive actresses in Hollywood that are about to give you - just an average Joe - the time of your life.

They both step away from you, and it's probably for the best - you're feeling a little light-headed now!

"I mean, I was expecting something a bit more intense with us all being so turned on, but y'know, it's okay" Elizabeth says in her relaxed, mellifluous voice, shrugging it off while still maintaining the enthuasiasm that you loved in her.

You didn't even notice Scarlett as she went behind you and placed a chair for you to sit on, so when she reappeared and pushed you backwards with one hand, you were concerned, that's for sure.

It was all in vain, though, because the real party began then.

Scarlett started the tease: she strolled in from the left, parted her legs and began to slowly run her fingers down her curvaceous leather outfit. Her hips swayed side-to-side and her auburn hair trickled down her shoulders. The skin-tight cat-suit clung to her body and the brushing of her hands against it showed just how thin it was on her.

As she reached her knees, she bent forward, giving a glimpse of her cleavage within the costume, and looking seductively at you with her green eyes, which did eventually catch your attention. She was slowly licking her lips and blinking, and really trying to, as she put it earlier, 'make it up to you.'

When she rose up again, pulling her face away from yours, her hands followed their original paths, tracing the outline of her body (and breasts) until they found the zipper.

A slim smirk appeared across her face, and with a hold on the clasp, steadily pulled it down.
She reached the bottom, and grabbed hold of both sides of the zip.

And then she pulled them apart, revealing the glorious sight they were.

Firm and round and soft and delicious... they looked so appealing, and better than any others you had ever seen.

Obviously seeing how capivated you were with her chest, Scarlett smiled a little more, and whispered the exact things you were thinking.