Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly removed my own jeans, but left my underwear.Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked. Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile, was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips curled in a small smile. She wasn't a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I don't know. |