Your opinion on fashion

As you step into the living room, Irini turns towards you, with a radiant smile, her pleated skirt flaring as she spins.

"Coach Watts, so perfect on time. I need to get from you an opinion." She holds up a piece of black fabric, stretching it across her chest, showing it to be a bikini top.

"Is it your opinion that this would be pretty on my body?" she asks you, with raised eyebrows. "Or would this be more pleasing?" she adds, replacing the black with a white top with a pattern of cherries on it. Deandre giggles as you stare at the striking auburn haired Russian, gathering your thoughts to answer her.

"They're both very pretty Irina," you say with an easy smile. "Of course it's hard to tell when you're just holding them. To give an informed opinion I'd actually have to see them on you."

She gives a frown of concentration and then nods agreement. "Yes, that is so. I will do this so you can give me the better opinion," she says in a matter of fact tone, taking her uniform jacket off and draping it over the arm of a chair, then starting to unbutton her blouse, clearly intending to undress in front of you.

For a moment you're too surprised to react, staring at her as she calmly unbuttons her blouse to display a white satin bra. Deandre's gasping giggle brings you back to reality.

"Irina, that's so bad!" she squeaks as the Russian girl continues to undress. Irina gives her a puzzled look but finishes unbuttoning her top.

"I must remove the clothes I wear to show Coach Watts my bikini properly," she says, as if explaining something to a dullwitted child. She shrugs out of her top and tosses it with her jacket, and before you can think of anything to say she unsnaps the front clasp of her bra and slips it off, letting her sweet ripe orbs fall free.

They're delicious, firm and round, tipped with small pink nipples standing proud and stiff. Irini cups them briefly, her glance flickering at you for an instant, then picking up the black bikini top and slipping it on. It's a trifle large on her you notice, although you're too dumbfounded by her casually brazen display to say anything. She preens and poses, looking at you for approval as Deandre continues to giggle.

"What is your opinion of this, Coach Watts? I think perhaps black does not suit me best. Please can you render me your opinion?"

"I'd really have to see them both on before I could do that," you say, trying to keep the hoarse rasp of lust out of your voice.

"That is sensible," she replies, nodding and taking off the bikini top. She snuggles her tits into the cherry patterned one which fits her like a second skin and also pushes her flesh up to bulge over the top of the bikini.

"I think this is more for me," she says, turning and posing for you. "What is your opinion of this Coach Watts?"

"Lovely," you say honestly, your eyes focused on her sweet teen flesh. "Very Lovely."