So we decided to at least undress simultaneously, one article each, and see what developed.So we decided to at least undress simultaneously, one article each, and see what developed. I took off my shoes and Andrea kicked off her heels. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor; Andrea pulled her sweater over her head and shook out her long blonde hair, but she was still wearing a nearly see-through silk blouse beneath her sweater. I stripped off my socks - two items; Andrea peeled off her blouse and wiggled out of her skirt. I was down to two items, my pants and underwear while Andrea was still ostensibly fully dressed. But despite my protests of "unfair", I didn't mind at all. She was wearing the sexiest lingerie I could have hoped for - or died for: a satin camisole, push-up lace bra, minuscule, transparently sheer white panties, a delicate matching lace garter belt and long nylon stockings that seemed to have been painted on her incredibly gorgeous legs. I reached for my belt and stopped, looking at her and smiling. "Wait a second," I protested feebly, "you're wearing more clothes than me." Andrea just shook her head and smiled back. "Too bad, sport, deal's a deal." I shrugged, unzipped my pants and stepped out of them, deliberately facing her. My tiny bikini underwear did little to conceal the hard-on of a lifetime blazing upwards between my legs. Andrea looked unabashedly at my barely restrained cock, smiled and pulled her camisole off. That vision will stay with me till the day I die. Her body was the nearest thing to perfection that I have ever witnessed. I literally lost my breath. "Oh my God," I heard myself groan. "Oh my God, nothing," Andrea chirped, "drop your drawers, sailor." I pulled my bikini off so fast, I nearly tripped. |