Undress her first.

Izzy flashes her teeth in a grin. "So get these clothes off me," she says, spinning around, presenting her back to you. Reaching over her shoulders with both hands, she lifts her long black hair up, revealing the laces of her bustier.

There's a bow knot at the small of her back, and the taut laces zig zag up from there, making their final cross between her shoulder blades. The gap between the laces exposes a red ribbon of Izzy's skin.

Your fingers itch for those laces, but her skin is more tempting. You step forward, lowering your head slowly, and graze the base of her neck with your lips. She purrs at that, and shivers, the vibration traveling down from her shoulders, through her hips, all the way to her heels. You put your hands on her sides and, as she signs, you trail kisses down her spine until you reach the laces.

You tug loose the bow knot and pull the laces free, span by span, kissing her skin where you free her. Her goosebumps and the quiver in her breath suggest she doesn't mind your gentle pace. When the last lace is slack and the bustier comes away in your hands, she inhales deeply, arching her back. At that moment you are certain that you could be screwing Izzy as quickly as you could hitch up her short skirt. But no: she's only half nude, and your task isn't complete.

Still behind her, you kneel and unlace her right boot. You hold the boot as she slips out her red foot, and her bare red toes touch the floor. You caress her ankle, kiss her calf and the back of her knee, and she laughs. The same with the left foot: boot off, toes down, lips across her skin.

By this time she's ready to help things along, and both of you get her black leather skirt off her hips and on the floor. You stand and admire the lines of Izzy's back, her ass, her thighs, all red and smooth.