TalonOne
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What do you about this storyline:
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“We will begin now”
“Krista… remove your trousers please”.
Obligingly, she stood up, turned slightly so Mark and I could watch the strip-tease, undid the button at the top, slid the zipper open, pushed the fabric down over her hips, then let the pants fall to the floor around her ankles.
“Now the heels and anklettes”
God she loved an audience, being the center of attention.
“My panties next”?
“No, please don’t interrupt, I will tell you what I want.”
Mark‘s expression was of a little disappointment that Krista was not going to be exposed this quickly, but the anticipation was also exciting.
“Remove the suit top now…”
One button, two, then the third.
“Slide it off slowly”
Krista opened the three quarter sleeve forest green jacket, moved it off her left then right shoulder and let it fall to the floor behind her.
“Pick it up and put it on the chair next to you”
She bent over, a little embarrassed, lifted the garment off the floor and placed it as she had been told.
“Remove your bra now”
Krista reached behind her back, unfastened the two hooks, and pulled the bra away from her body. She wasn’t certain what she was to do with it, standing silently, waiting for my instructions.
She was beginning to understand.
“Toss it aside”
Krista did as she was told, then placed her arms at her sides, knowing that Mark and I wanted to look at her, naked except for her panties. A little smile of desirability was visible in the corner of her mouth… so much need to be wanted.
“Put these on”
I held out a pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings, banded at the tops, seamed down the backs. Krista walked over to me to get them.
“Stop… I almost forgot… the panties”
Mark smiled.
Krista realized I was expecting a little show from her, and she knew how to perform for admirers. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic, pulled it away from her body, and pushed the panties down slowly over her hips to the top of her thighs, wiggled, the silky cloth floating to the ground…she stepped out of them as she held out her right hand to accept the stockings from me.
“Exquisite”.
Krista slipped on the left stocking, and to pull it up into place rested her left foot on the ottoman between Mark and I. Then the right. With each movement the lips below her trimmed red pubic hair opened slightly, inviting what was to be as the evening progressed.
“Put the jacket back on, but don’t fasten it”
“And the heels…”
In the window, darkened by the night outside, Krista could see the refection of Mark and I anticipating her body, dressed to be exposed, accessible and inviting.
We were nearly ready. Almost.
“Put these on”
I pulled a set of clover clamps out of my pocket.
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“We will begin now”
“Krista… remove your trousers please”.
Obligingly, she stood up, turned slightly so Mark and I could watch the strip-tease, undid the button at the top, slid the zipper open, pushed the fabric down over her hips, then let the pants fall to the floor around her ankles.
“Now the heels and anklettes”
God she loved an audience, being the center of attention.
“My panties next”?
“No, please don’t interrupt, I will tell you what I want.”
Mark‘s expression was of a little disappointment that Krista was not going to be exposed this quickly, but the anticipation was also exciting.
“Remove the suit top now…”
One button, two, then the third.
“Slide it off slowly”
Krista opened the three quarter sleeve forest green jacket, moved it off her left then right shoulder and let it fall to the floor behind her.
“Pick it up and put it on the chair next to you”
She bent over, a little embarrassed, lifted the garment off the floor and placed it as she had been told.
“Remove your bra now”
Krista reached behind her back, unfastened the two hooks, and pulled the bra away from her body. She wasn’t certain what she was to do with it, standing silently, waiting for my instructions.
She was beginning to understand.
“Toss it aside”
Krista did as she was told, then placed her arms at her sides, knowing that Mark and I wanted to look at her, naked except for her panties. A little smile of desirability was visible in the corner of her mouth… so much need to be wanted.
“Put these on”
I held out a pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings, banded at the tops, seamed down the backs. Krista walked over to me to get them.
“Stop… I almost forgot… the panties”
Mark smiled.
Krista realized I was expecting a little show from her, and she knew how to perform for admirers. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic, pulled it away from her body, and pushed the panties down slowly over her hips to the top of her thighs, wiggled, the silky cloth floating to the ground…she stepped out of them as she held out her right hand to accept the stockings from me.
“Exquisite”.
Krista slipped on the left stocking, and to pull it up into place rested her left foot on the ottoman between Mark and I. Then the right. With each movement the lips below her trimmed red pubic hair opened slightly, inviting what was to be as the evening progressed.
“Put the jacket back on, but don’t fasten it”
“And the heels…”
In the window, darkened by the night outside, Krista could see the refection of Mark and I anticipating her body, dressed to be exposed, accessible and inviting.
We were nearly ready. Almost.
“Put these on”
I pulled a set of clover clamps out of my pocket.