"Strip."
Locking eye contact, I begin to obey. I move my hand to the bottom of my shirt.
"Slowly."
I pull my shirt up just to the bottom of my bra. I run my hands along my stomach, palms flat.
"Continue."
I cross my hands again and pull the shirt over my bra. It's black. And lace. The one you bought me. I caress the outside of bra. I move my hands in a circular motion. I can feel my nipples harden as I brush over them gently. I can't help but give them a light pinch.
"Take off the shirt."
It goes over my head in one swift motion. My arms in the air, I let it drop to the floor, leaving my arms high in the air. Hip cocked to one side, letting you look at me. My arms drop and then trail up my body to my breasts. I cup them in my hands. I lift them up and squeeze.
"The shorts."
I unfasten the top button and unzip. I splay the fabric open so that you can see the very top of the small thong you bought for me. I hook my thumbs in the side, ready to pull them down.
"Stop. Turn around."
Of course. I turn around. I keep my legs straight and lean over as far as I can. My thumbs pull my shorts down as I rock from the ball of one foot to the other. Never standing back up. I step out of the shorts.
"Freeze"
I do. I hear you stand up. I can only see your legs as you close the gap between us. I feel your hands on my ass. I take in a quick and audible breath. Your touch. I've been yearning for it for weeks. Your hands are gentle, caressing. But so brief. They are gone. I watch your legs retreat to the other side of the room.
"Slow dance for me."
I stand up, caressing my ass where your hands just were. I turn around and sway back and forth, letting my hands trail all over my body. I imagine they are your hands. By breath quickens. My hand slips inside my panties. I feel my wetness. I take my hand out and move it to the straps of my bra. I start to slide them down.
"Stop. Come here."