I’ve undressed women in the past, of course. But I was barely concentrating on what I was doing. It was a means to an end.
This is different. The experience is sensual. My erection strains brutally against my pants.
I ignore it with effort as I unclasp her bra with a flick of my fingers. She shivers, but doesn’t move or resist. As I slide the straps off her shoulders, her breasts bounce free. I expect her to cover herself up, but still, nothing. No reaction.
Her hands stay limp by her sides. I try not to focus, not to fixate, but my eyes are faster than my conscious brain. The image of her hard n*****s sears itself into my retinas.
I make myself keep going. I slide her pants down her thighs and work them off one foot at a time.
Then all that’s left is her panties. Those come down, too
