LAURA
He stripped me.
And I let him.
I stood there motionless as he dragged the shorts down my legs. I had to place my hands on his shoulders for balance as he took them off one leg, then the other.
When he was done getting the shorts—and my panties—off, he stood and motioned for me to lift my hands as he took my bra top off.
The look on his face as he undressed me was priceless. He was very excited and didn't even try to hide it, his eyes lighting up everytime he got a piece of clothing off me.
In that, I could understand because I'd been just as excited to get his clothes off him. I just hoped that I hadn't looked the way he did now.
Done taking my clothes off, he tried to hold my hand and walk into the bathroom, but I hid both my hands behind my back. "I'm perfect
