Wendy' Choice - Sex Stories

Wendy' Choice

... what you've been hiding under those button up sweaters at work!”

“Oh!” she said, blushing, crossing her arms protectively in front of herself.

“Come on, pretty girl!” he smiled. “Let me see them!”

“I'm shy.” she whispered, blushing. She kept her arms crossed protectively across her bosom, hiding her breasts from his view.

“I know.” he said softly, smiling at her gently. She saw it and returned it, gratefully. “Let me help you.”

He reached out and began unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, but she pulled back, shying away from his hands.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “I can do it myself!”

“Okay.” he said, agreeably. “I just thought it would help you feel less like a slut if I helped you get undressed, instead of making you take all your clothes off yourself so a man could watch you do it in front of him, like you were some sort of hussy or something. If I help you, you aren't doing it all yourself, right?”

“Oh.” she said quietly, and looked at him thoughtfully. “You can help. I don't want you to think of me as a slut!”

“You're not a slut Wendy.” he said, smiling at her again, the same simple smile he'd given her before. He got the button open and moved his hands down to the next one as she looked into his eyes and returned it. He began opening the third, then the fourth, and pulled the material apart to expose her bra before going to the fifth. “You're a good girl.”

She cleared her throat and stopped his hands from moving down to the ...

... last button that wasn't tucked into her skirt and pulled the material closed again.

He put one finger under her chin and lifted her head, capturing her eyes with his own and smiled gently again. She looked nervous.

“Wendy.” he said softly “Take your blouse off the rest of the way all by yourself, then put your arms to the side and let me look at you.”

“Oh!” she said softly. “Oh no! I can't do that!”

“You will do this because I told you to.” he said. “You will do it to prove that you are a good girl who knows how to obey orders.”

She swallowed hard, extremely nervous now, but it was easier to obey than to think, so her hands moved of their own accord.

“See how easy it is to be a good girl?” he smiled. “All you have to do is what I tell you to do.”

“Tell me to do something else!” she said eagerly, smiling. “It's sort of fun giving up control like that! The naughtier it is; the more fun it is!”

“Good, you'll like this, then!” he said, grinning evilly and leering at her. “You have a choice; take off your skirt and let me see your panties, or take off your bra and let me see your tits.”

“No, oh no!” she moaned. “If I do that, I'll be a slut!”

“No, you won't.” he told her, looking right at her. It seemed to her he was looking right at he soul, such was the intensity of his gaze. “You'll be my good girl, because you'll be obeying my order. Which will it be, panties or tits first?”

“It's going to be both before we're done tonight, won't it?” she asked, ...