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had said, but long before I could formulate a response, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. As she rolled the straps over her shoulders and lowered the garment to the floor, I stood and stared at what seemed to be perfect breasts attached to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
    “I uhhm…” I stammered.
    “Listen, I know you’re probably nervous, but I’m not. Take your clothes off, Wilson. I want to suck that big fat cock of yours,” she said as she began to push her yoga pants down along her thighs.
    Everything proved to be too much. Her mention of liking rough sex, her perky breasts, her hard nipples, her beautiful purple hair, gorgeous face, and…
    She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
    And her entire lower region was shaved clean.
    Although reaching full erection in the past took some mental stimulation on my part and often required at least some physical interaction from a woman, it sure didn’t seem to be the case with Stevie. I felt myself instantly become hard, and along with it, extreme discomfort followed.
    Now standing at the foot of the bed completely naked, she widened her eyes and thrust her hands in the air.
    “Having second thoughts?” she asked.
    I swallowed heavily, continued to stare, and shook my head.
    Her eyes narrowed considerably, and her mouth curled into a smirk. “When was the last time you had sex?”
    “It’s uhhm. It was,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Ten years ago.”
    “You’re fucking shittin’ me. Ten years? Holy shit,” she gasped. “You sure you want to do this?”
    I nodded my head eagerly.
    “Positive?” she asked as she slowly approached me.
    I nodded my head again and swallowed the slowly rising lump in my throat. I really wanted to continue, and not only proceed with the sex, but to please her in any and all ways she expected me to. There was no doubt in my mind that she was out of my league, but I refused to allow myself to continue to feel as if I was out of my element.
    I unbuckled my belt, somewhat gracefully unfastened my jeans, and pulled against the zipper while I maintained eye contact with her. As I pushed the waist of my jeans past my underwear, she shrieked.
    “You wear boxer briefs?” she bellowed, her face washed with surprise. “Fuck yes.”
    After dropping my jeans to the floor, I reached for the waistband of my underwear.
    “No, no…leave them on,” she whispered. “Take off the shirt. And you can leave the socks on too.”
    I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed, almost as if I was being inspected for faults. Stevie stood six feet or so from me with her hand covering her mouth and her eyes fixed on my underwear.
    “You uhhm, you work out those legs, don’t you?” she murmured through the gaps between her fingers.
    I glanced downward and nodded my head. “Uh huh.”
    “Yeah, most guys don’t. But damn, dude, you’ve got some sexy trunks. And your chest…” she said as her eyes shifted upward slightly.
    As she studied my torso, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself with her fingers. After a moment, and without saying a word, she raised her hand in the air and turned her palm toward me. The inside of her fingers glistened in the light.
    “See that?” she asked as she shifted her eyes to meet mine.
    With each nod of my head I felt my cock twitch upward a little more. I bit my bottom lip slightly and attempted to swallow.
    “Uhhm.”
    She shifted her eyes toward her hand and grinned. “Looking at you makes me wet. I need that cock, Wilson. And I need it now.”
    She turned toward the bed, bent over, and rested her forearms on the comforter. After arching her back slightly and tossing her head from side to side, her hair settled in the center of her back.
    “Get ahold of my hair,” she said. “And I like being bitten. Neck, shoulders, ears, lips…”
    I pushed my underwear past my stiff cock and along my thighs. After kicking them to the side I gazed down at my socks. It seemed