To his surprise she was surprisingly compliant.
“But you want me naked now?” she asked.
He didn’t reply. Just stared.
She waited, maybe twenty seconds, then with her eyes still glued to his face, she started stripping, pushing her shorts down her hips and tossing her grey sweater to a nearby chair. Left in nothing but her panties—she’d worn no bra—she hesitated a second. She was so nervous that her hands began to shake but without further prompting she lifted the waistband of her bikinis and slid them down her thighs, displaying her neatly trimmed pubic mound—she was obviously not a natural blonde. His body immediately reacted to the dark swath of pubic hair and the glistening pubes below.
“Now finger yourself, I want you wet.”
“But I’m always wet,” she came right back.
“Do it anyway
