This is continuation to my earlier submission by the name of CFNM Beginnings. Please read the same before reading this story as it would be providing you with a good perspective.
It was a crazy night for him. S had stripped him naked, in his own bed, and hugged him tight and slept with her own clothes on. She had left with a gazing long look and had asked him to be prepared for more tonight.
The whole day he wondered, what's in store for him next. It kind of scared and excited him at the same time. Many a times during the day, he had a hard on, but he quickly dismissed the thoughts from his mind, as what had happened between him and S was something very private and discreet. He kept wondering as to what was it that S had in mind for him as the day went by and the late evening arrived.
S came to his house along with her mom post dinner and went to the spare room as he talked to her mother who was concerned as to how the two of them were comfortable enough while they slept in separate rooms. S on her part had pretended that she was spending the night in the spare room as he slept in his own bedroom. Auntie (S's mom) left soon enough as he locked the main door of the house behind her and retreated to his room. No sooner he reached his room S entered behind him. she quickly turned off the light and the room was plunged into darkness but for the light that filtered from outside through the two windows in the room. The room was dark enough for no one to see or make out as to what was happening inside, but had enough light for the two of them to move around and see each other.
S simply sat on his bed. She was wearing a night dress that fell to below her knees and ended just above her ankles. She pressed the night dress under her legs, smoothening it out, as she made herself comfortable on his bed. He, on his part, just stood there watching S make her moves. He knew something was to happen but what exactly would S now want from him was unknown to him. His excitement combined with nervousness was getting the better of him as he stood dumb founded in his own bedroom looking at S settle herself on his bed. He had been imagining S in various forms of dress and undress since morning. Her voluptuous figure, 38D breasts, with a waistline to admire and 42 hips combined with her dusky complexion and dark flowing hair were in his imagination all day. After all, she was seven years his elder and at 19 a dream woman for him.
He was snapped out his thoughts by S calling out his name. He looked in her direction and found her comfortably reclining on his bed with pillows swept up on the bed stead. She asked him how he had slept the previous night. Was it a comfortable sleep for him or was he stressed due to the new found arrangement. He could just mumble that he was comfortable and had slept well. S gave a smirking laughter to that and asked him that then what was he waiting for. He looked at her dumbfounded. He didn't understand as to what S meant by asking him this question as to what was he then waiting for. S then made it very clear to him,
STRIP...She commanded