Ladies - could this be you?

Picture yourself at the scene. You arrive at a smart hotel. The
butterflies in your stomach get even worse, and your nerve nearly
fails you. But you take a deep breath and knock on the door of the
room. A man opens the door and lets you in. He's middle-aged and
smartly dressed, but you've never seen him before.

The man sits in an armchair and looks at you, waiting. You take your
coat off and lay it on the bed. But you don't stop there. Your fingers
are trembling, but you start to unbutton your blouse. The man watches
as you slowly undo each of the buttons, then slip the blouse off of
your shoulders. You take it off completely and place it with your
coat.

The man is looking at your bra, and well he might. It IS rather
pretty. Now, though, he has somewhere else to look, because you are
slowly taking off your skirt. It, too, joins the clothes on the bed.

So now you're standing in front of him wearing nothing but your best,
sexiest, underwear. And he's looking with very great interest.

Dare you go further? Acutely aware of your beating heart and rapid
breathing, you reach behind your back and unclip your bra. Slowly you
slide the straps from your shoulders. It feels unreal, somehow, as you
take it off completely. Now the man is looking at your breasts, which
are bare. Why on earth are you doing this? You don't know, but the
feeling that you're doing something so out of character, so naughty,
gives you an almost unbearable thrill.

The feelings you are experiencing are now almost too much, but you
know there's still something left for you to do. You slowly pull down
your panties. You feel his gaze follow them every inch of the way as
you expose the last few inches of your body.

Now you're completely naked in front of the stranger. You sit on the
bed and let him look at you. You know - you make sure - that he can
see everything - the most secret parts of your body, that should only
be seen by your husband or partner. But you're letting this man see
you, and you're liking it.

You daren't look too closely at him. Is he turned on? Where, exactly,
is he looking? At my breasts? Between my legs? What is he imagining?
That's he touching me? Feeling me? Tasting me?

You let him examine you, totally nude, for what seems like hours, but
is, in reality, only a couple of minutes. Then you dress again, and
leave.

How do you feel? Are you glad you did it? Yes, you are. You don't know
why but the excitement was intense.

Maybe you'll do it again some time.

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