heartofcourage
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Her eyes trailed down to the tiny buttons that held her dress closed over her breasts as he pointed at her with a finger and told her to take everything off. She gulped, her gaze rising to find his as he waited for her to start. Her fingers were trembling when she finally did reach for the buttons, each one flicking through a button hole with a gentle turn of her fingers.
Every so often, Elizabeth would look up at him, watching as he stared at her so intently. She had never been more scared of anything in her life, she thought to herself as her heart raced. Was he just as scared, so wondered as the last button came free. First one creamy pale shoulder shrugged free and then the other until the dress slid down her arms to her waist and she sat before him in her cream colored bra.
Licking her dry lips, she lifted her hips from her bed and pushed the dress from her waist and down her legs, exposing her matching panties. They were nothing special. Undergarments that suited her needs and really nothing else. Never did she think that she’d be making love to a man when she put them on a few days ago.
Leaning back on the bed, she propped herself up with her elbows as she allowed Ian the chance to look his fill. Her breasts were really nothing magnificent. They were a little more than a handful encased in fabric, but as she looked down at her chest, she could see her nipples straining against the material. It was truly a wanton image. They led to a firm, flat belly and her hips flared into a healthy curve before they tapered back to her long legs.
“I’d like you to touch me.” She said in a quivering voice, unable to take that last step to remove the scraps of cloth that hid her from his view.
Every so often, Elizabeth would look up at him, watching as he stared at her so intently. She had never been more scared of anything in her life, she thought to herself as her heart raced. Was he just as scared, so wondered as the last button came free. First one creamy pale shoulder shrugged free and then the other until the dress slid down her arms to her waist and she sat before him in her cream colored bra.
Licking her dry lips, she lifted her hips from her bed and pushed the dress from her waist and down her legs, exposing her matching panties. They were nothing special. Undergarments that suited her needs and really nothing else. Never did she think that she’d be making love to a man when she put them on a few days ago.
Leaning back on the bed, she propped herself up with her elbows as she allowed Ian the chance to look his fill. Her breasts were really nothing magnificent. They were a little more than a handful encased in fabric, but as she looked down at her chest, she could see her nipples straining against the material. It was truly a wanton image. They led to a firm, flat belly and her hips flared into a healthy curve before they tapered back to her long legs.
“I’d like you to touch me.” She said in a quivering voice, unable to take that last step to remove the scraps of cloth that hid her from his view.