Take a Peek at the Goods

Katherine sits slumped on the couch, her head flopped back against the cushions, an empty martini glass dangling from her fingers, and her legs spread to give you a clear view of her silk panties. You carefully retrieve the martini glass and set it aside. Katherine snores softly but does not stir.

You slowly unbutton her dark jacket, sliding it off of her shoulders so that it rests on the couch beneath her. You can just barely make out her nipples straining through her bra and pushing out the fabric of her red silk blouse. Getting the blouse off is impossible, but with a delicate touch you manage to slowly push and roll it up until it just barely clears the modest swell of her bosom. Katherine’s skin is milky white, even more so where her breasts bulge out of the lace bra, and as you trace your fingertips across them she shivers slightly.

For the time being you leave her bra in place. It will be nearly impossible to get it off without waking her so you concentrate on her lower body. Katherine’s legs and most of her ass are actually off the couch, making it encouragingly simple to reach beneath her skirt and pull her panties down past her knees. You push her skirt up as much as you can to get a good view of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and just slightly glistening pussy. A woman’s vagina is generally not something to be stared at, but Katherine’s is a work of art, whether naturally or thanks to a sculpt doc you don’t really care. The pink flower of her labia is small and firm, almost perfectly symmetrical, and her clit is a clearly protruding hooded bud.

You take Katherine’s shoes from her feet and slide her panties all the way off, and then begin savoring the act of rolling down her dark silk stockings. Her legs are long and toned beneath the stockings, and as your roll them down to her ankles you plant soft kisses from her thighs down to her calves. As you are reaching to unclasp Katherine’s skirt she murmurs in her sleep and rolls most of the way onto her side. Once you feel certain that she is not waking up just yet you seize the opportunity and unhook the clasp of her white lace bra. It falls away from her chest revealing her small wineglass shaped breasts, hard pink nipples, and almost imperceptible fleshy areolas.

You pull her bra free from her body and throw into onto the growing pile of her clothing. All she is wearing still is the skirt, and a moment later it too is resting on the floor near your couch. Your gaze travels up her long athletic legs to her hips and well-rounded ass, up to her small but quite enticing breasts, and finally to her dark-lidded eyes and slightly parted dark red lips. She is beautiful, in her own way probably even more beautiful than Orchid, and you want her. You consider how you should proceed, knowing that almost anything could wake her up.