Oh. You want me to take my knickers off? I’m a little surprised – I thought you were having fun, teasing me through the fabric. I mean, you spanked my arse through it (catching the skin of my cheeks at the edges, and telling me how they were reddening). You tormented me by touching my cunt through the gusset, stroking and sliding with your index finger, and just occasionally slipping beneath the fabric to tease my labia. And then you kissed and licked me through the increasingly damp material, making me wriggle and squirm.
But you want me to take them off now? Okay, I’m sure I can manage that. I may have to tease you in return, you know. So I’ll slide them down slowly. Before, my knickers were on properly, covering my cunt and stomach and arse, and riding high on my hips. Now, as I start to slip them down, you can see my rounded belly with its pale estuaries of stretch marks, and the tops of my thighs are showing above the fabric rather than below. If I turned around, you’d be able to see the crack of my arse peeking above the hem.
Oh, but you’re focused on my front. You are focused on me slowly sliding my knickers down my legs, my cunt freed from its confines, yet still warm and hidden in its nest of hair. You can see the wet patch in the gusset, and I’m sure you know that it’s matched by wetness between my legs, too. But you’ll have to wait before you can find that out for yourself. After all, I haven’t finished undressing yet.
And would you look at that? They’re all the way off now. All I have to do is lift one foot and step free, then the other … and then you’ll be able to play again. But for the moment, look at this. See me, with my final barrier removed. Smell the aroma of my arousal in the air. Look at the expression on my face.
Then take advantage of me. Tease me and torment me. After all, I’m undressed now.