I take a deep breath and pull my dress straps down my arms. I drag the cloth over my breasts till it's about my waist. I hook my fingers on it and wiggle my hips, letting the cloth slip down my legs to my feet.
His shoes click as he takes a step toward me, but I resist turning around to face him. He slides his fingers along the dimples in my lower back and up to my shoulder blades, pausing to unhook my bra clasp. The cups drop over my breasts with one movement.
I half-expect him to yank my straps, but he steps back. My arms move automatically when he says, "Take it off." I slide the straps down my arms and let the bra fall over my clothes. My n*****s are hard and craving his fingers, lips, and skin.
He's quiet for a while. I shut my eyes as he appreciates my body and the air around us b
