Getting her out of that gorgeous dress

I could see the look on Wanda's face change, it was a face that had been defeated, not a position that I wager she had been in too many times before. Back to typing, "Wanda will remove her dress, slowly and sexily as if it were a striptease."

As if moving to some inaudible music Wanda slowly started to spin, reaching behind her to undo the ties that held her dress. One knot after the other they came undone and she pulls each arm in one at a time to allow the top half of the dress fully open at the back, I could see the thin wisps of her bra. She spins again holding up the dress with her hands and then suddenly releases it revealing the lacy red bra and cleavage from the magnificent breasts that I had only seen traces of before.

She licked her lips with her face fully flushed, probably more from embarrassment than anything else. Turning around yet again she bends at the waist, her backside on prominent display as she hooks her fingers into the dress and start to slide it down off her hips. Inching, pushing it down as she rotates her hips in time to the imagined music. Sliding the tight dress off of her curvy bottom to reveal her firm rounded buttocks divided by a thin strip of red silk between the cheeks. Wiggling. Her skirt pushed down to her ankles as she raise my ass up high. Carefully stepping from her skirt she positions her legs to the left and right of the crumpled fabric, spreading her thighs wide as all I can do is stare. Her hands caress up from both ankles, up her shapely calves to the back of her gorgeous thighs, slowly unfurling her body and standing up straight, glancing over her shoulder back at me with a toss of her dark hair, the hint of a **** smile on her glossy lips.

With Wanda's hips undulating she turns again to face me. Hands travelling slowly and gently across her body. Sliding across her covered breasts and down across her stomach until her fingers touch and slip along the edge of her thong. My eyes can do nothing but follow every move of her hands. A soft moan escaping from my lips as she slides her fingers over the top of the red silk, I don't think I have ever been this turned on in my life.