“Aren’t we supposed to go downstairs?
“We will baby.
I want to relax you first.
I know this is a little scary for you so we will take to sex man our time.
Now I know why I enjoy this man so much.
He uses his other hand and does the same to the other strap to sex man.
The dress falls very easily to the floor.
His sharp intake of breath sounds so good to my ears.
His eyes take it all in.
My naked breasts, the black panties, the garter belt.
His fingers follow his eyes and his touch is so hot against my skin.
I reach up and take his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.
It falls to the floor.
I begin to unbutton his shirt pulling it from his slacks.
I return his compliment.
Darling man has a hard time believing I find him sexy and desirable.
His classic Italian good looks are apparent to most but he doesn’t see himself that way.
Such a sexy combination.
His shirt is off now exposing that chest and I love to run my hands all over it.
Touching everywhere.
His hands are doing the same to me and my nipples are so hard under his fingers.
He reaches behind me and grabs the robe.
I start to kick off my heels and he stops me.
This surprises me and kind of excites me too.
He helps me put the robe on.
My nerves start to return.
Dam I wish I wasn’t such a prude.
I watch as he slides out of shoes, and slacks.
I smile at the bikini briefs.
Black and tight.