...and I can't get the image out of my head.
It all began when I decided to give her a little spa treatment, you know, the works. I took her out front and slowly began undressing her, this was new territory for me as I had never seen her bare before.
Layer by layer I stripped her down, I was so intent on the task at hand that I was unaware of the beauty that was unfolding before me. Many a curious passerby glanced our way, some even pausing to admire with a slight smile on their face.
After maybe 30 minutes I removed the last item and lovingly layed it aside. I turned to reach for the soaps and oils in preparation of giving my lady a well deserved treat. That's when I caught site of her from the corner of my eye...
I was astonished! I had often imagined, nay, fantasized about her naked, I had even gone so far as to, guiltily, view photos of others, naked, right here on this very site. But never had I expected to see what lay before me now.
There she stood, bare to the world, shameless, flaunting herself to any who dared cast a glance our way. The strong sturdy lines of her front end, the prominent swell and curve of her back, her proud, haughty, rear-end, upturned and firm.
I blushed, trying to avert my eyes, ashamed, knowing down deep that she was more than I could handle. But her sensuous lines beckoned me. Her siren song, calling in my ears. I grew bold and lifted my gaze upon her.
Standing there looking upon her in all her glory, I could envision her leaping, wild and free, unfettered by the restraints from which she had just been released. It was then that tempation was at its strongest.
I could here her whispering to me, 'leave it, I don't need it.' I reasoned with her, 'the elements, there so harsh, we need the protection.' She gazed back sadly, 'It's your decision, it always has been, I will love you either way.'
The moment passed, she grew silent. I proceeded, massaging her with exotic soaps and rare oils until we had completed what we started. I delicately redressed her, gave her a long, loving caress and covered her for the night.
But the image...the emotions...they still haunt me...what will I do...
It all began when I decided to give her a little spa treatment, you know, the works. I took her out front and slowly began undressing her, this was new territory for me as I had never seen her bare before.
Layer by layer I stripped her down, I was so intent on the task at hand that I was unaware of the beauty that was unfolding before me. Many a curious passerby glanced our way, some even pausing to admire with a slight smile on their face.
After maybe 30 minutes I removed the last item and lovingly layed it aside. I turned to reach for the soaps and oils in preparation of giving my lady a well deserved treat. That's when I caught site of her from the corner of my eye...
I was astonished! I had often imagined, nay, fantasized about her naked, I had even gone so far as to, guiltily, view photos of others, naked, right here on this very site. But never had I expected to see what lay before me now.
There she stood, bare to the world, shameless, flaunting herself to any who dared cast a glance our way. The strong sturdy lines of her front end, the prominent swell and curve of her back, her proud, haughty, rear-end, upturned and firm.
I blushed, trying to avert my eyes, ashamed, knowing down deep that she was more than I could handle. But her sensuous lines beckoned me. Her siren song, calling in my ears. I grew bold and lifted my gaze upon her.
Standing there looking upon her in all her glory, I could envision her leaping, wild and free, unfettered by the restraints from which she had just been released. It was then that tempation was at its strongest.
I could here her whispering to me, 'leave it, I don't need it.' I reasoned with her, 'the elements, there so harsh, we need the protection.' She gazed back sadly, 'It's your decision, it always has been, I will love you either way.'
The moment passed, she grew silent. I proceeded, massaging her with exotic soaps and rare oils until we had completed what we started. I delicately redressed her, gave her a long, loving caress and covered her for the night.
But the image...the emotions...they still haunt me...what will I do...
