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g because it's so
tight and at the same time so delicate. I had to wiggle and shake to
get it off my arms behind me without ripping it. That made my breasts
bounce, and I felt embarrassment returning. I checked to see if he was
watching, but he was looking into my eyes rather than at my body. He
kept his eyes on mine as I kicked off my shoes and slid my pants down
over my hips. They are so tight around the thighs that they don't just
fall down by themselves, I have to pull them down, so I had to bend
over (I don't believe I'm writing this!).
I tilted my head up, all the while looking directly at his face.
My eyes never left his. I could feel my breasts hanging down between
my arms as I pulled the pants down to my ankles and then off. Funny
the everyday things you can suddenly become acutely aware of. The tile
floor was freezing on my bare feet. When I stood upright I was chilled
despite the fire. I began shivering; I think it was mostly (but not
totally) the cold. I held the clothes to the front of my lower body
with one hand, trying to cover and warm myself. I hugged my breasts
with my other arm. My nipples were erect again, and I was shivering
with cold and, once again, embarrassment. He was still fully dressed,
remember.
"Drop the clothes," he said. This time, voluntarily, I pu
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