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move.” He instructed and walked out of the room carefully closing the door behind him.
    I stood there motionless waiting for him to return, I could hear two voices other than Jack’s. Two women, he chatted with them briefly and then I heard his footsteps coming back to the bedroom door. When he opened it, I didn’t turn around, I stayed where I was. I wanted to look at him, but I still stayed where I was. He walked around and stood back in front of me and grasped my shoulders and dipped his knees so that his head was level with mine.
    “We’ll continue this conversation later sweetheart, ok?” He gently asked.
    “Ok, hot stuff, get your kit off and let’s see what delights you have planned for me this evening.” I said to him.
    I tried to cover up my nervousness with bravado. I did, and I didn’t want to continue the conversation later. In the meantime, I had another scene to watch and had no idea how far he was going to strip me.
    “I know you said that you didn’t want to get naked with me on your list of conditions but would you object to undressing me?”
    Undress him? I didn’t know if I could do that, I’d never undressed any other man than my husband before. He looked delicious in his suit. He had removed his jacket and had rolled up his sleeves when he had prepared dinner but still had on the rest of his clothes. Where would I start?
    “Is this your first time?” He whispered to me, lifting my chin so that I would look at him.
    I didn’t answer him because I was too embarrassed to say anything. I reached out and started with the buttons of his waistcoat, starting from the top and unbuttoning the others until I reached the bottom one. It was already undone. I smoothed my hands up his chest over his shirt to his shoulders and pushed the garment off and watched as it dropped to the floor.
    The air was electric, I could feel the heat from his body radiating through his shoulders on my hands where I’d left them. I moved my fingers across his collarbone to his tie, not looking at his eyes. I fixed my stare on his dimpled chin and dipped to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. My fingers ached to trace his jaw line, but he was not mine to touch.
    Loosening his tie, I pulled it from his collar and dropped that to the floor. Placing one finger over the neck of his collar behind his top button, I flicked it open with my thumb and forefinger. Feeling his Adam’s apple against the back of my hand sent a jolt through my belly. It was a slow swallow, nervous and deliberate. I still couldn’t look him in the eye.
    I could feel myself getting wet, and I hadn’t taken his shirt off yet. Standing so close to him was intoxicating, and my feet were firm in their place. I carefully unbuttoned his shirt to half way and dropped my hands to his waist pulling his shirttails out of his trousers. Carrying on unbuttoning his shirt so that it hung like a pair of curtains I could see a strip of flesh. I wanted to lick the slight dip in between his pectoral muscles and the flatness of his stomach to his belt buckle.
    It was a glorious sight, and I wanted to see more, mimicking my earlier movements with his waistcoat. I inched my fingers into his shirt on his stomach and smoothed my hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed it off. The shirt didn’t fall to the ground because the sleeves were still tightly rolled up. I tugged on each arm until the fabric was free and watched it float to the floor.
    His chest was so close, close enough to kiss, and I wanted to touch him desperately. The sensuousness of undressing him in my own time was erotically charging me. My nipples were hard and were straining against my barely there bra. If he looked down, he would be able to see how aroused I was. I was about to see how aroused he was because his trousers needed to come off next. He was still wearing his light tan, leather, buffed to a shine, shoes. I dropped to my knees and bowed my head to remove his shoes. I untied his