I now judged it was my turn to act, so I turned her round, and began unfastening the back of her frock. It fell around her feet, then, and her petticoat followed. Perfume breathed from her close-shaven armpits. Above her long fishnet stockings were two samples of smooth thigh below the black lace stepins.
I undressed her with her back to me, holding her slippery, silky self close to my naked skin while my hands slid round to unfasten the suspenders from her stockingtops. I knelt down to pull down the stockings themselves, and rested my cheek against the seat of her pants, as I did so. Then I undid the flimsy suspender belt, after which I rose to my feet again to unfasten the bra and let her t**s swing free. The fragrant femininity of her clothes and of her body surprised me: I had always
