Reluctantly

Ever so slowly Alison unbuttons her silk blouse revealing a plain white bra that modestly covers her perfect breasts. Even more slowly she unhooks the bra and slips the straps from her shoulders before modestly catching the cups before they can slide too far.

“Please, Mr. Patterson.” Her doe-eyes meet mine timidly when she sees the phone in my hand, “please, Sir, don't make me do this...” I wait silently until with a sniffle, she lowers her hands and the garment drops to the floor and the nipples that peak her small breasts tighten into hard buttons as I watch.

“Very nice, Ali.” I chuckle mercilessly, noting that my cock is indeed starting to revive. “I always suspected that you had some pretty little titties hidden under those modest sweaters.” I wait a few seconds admiring the sight before me before I lower my eyes to her skirt. “Don't stop now, girl. This is just getting good.” I continue to record her as she slowly undresses, careful to not make it too obvious what I am doing. There is something very arousing about a fully clothed man ordering a woman to undress, and I can feel my spent cock starting to respond in my khakis as I record her.

“That's it though, right Mr. Patterson.” Alison plays the part of the timid Honor Roll student perfectly, “after this I can go ... Right?”

“We'll see, Ali, but cheating on a Final is a pretty big deal.” Even someone as naïve and innocent as the sweet thing Alison is pretending to be must know that no man is likely to be satisfied by just seeing her naked, but it is enough to get her to loosen the belt and step out of her skirt. “Turn around, let me see all on you.” The graceful way Alison pirouettes reminds me that she had taken years of ballet back in Tennessee, it seemed more than plausible that this 'good girl' she was playing was a dancer too.

“Get on the bed, Sweetie.” When I see her hesitation I ease some of her most immediate fears. “Don't worry, I'll stay over here ... for now.” She crawls up on the bed and then in a tiny act of defiance she hides her naked figure from me, almost daring me to object.

“You're not going to ... **** me ...” her smile falters for a second, “Are you?” Alison is almost certainly expecting me to do exactly that, but I have something different in mind.