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“Does it require much help? I mean, I’ve been taking my clothes off for years. Is there some special way to do it as a nudist?”

“I usually start at the top and work my way down. Here, let me show you.” I lifted the hem of her sweater. Then I paused. “Last chance to say no.”

“No, you don’t want to keep going? Or no, you aren’t saying no?”

“The second one. I won’t say it.”

I looked her in the eyes and slowly lifted her sweater. She raised her arms, and I started to pull it over her head.

“Ow, ow, ow! Hold on.

I chuckled but paused to let her free herself.

“There. Sorry. Much better.”

I pulled the sweater off and set it aside.

She was wearing a black bra with sheer lace panels. Her nipples were dark and stiff.

I surveyed her appreciatively and then touched the clasp between her breasts. “Lucky a third time.”

My eyebrows shot up.

She smirked. “I’m shy, not innocent.”

I popped the catch with a single twist, which made her shiver. “Are you okay?”

She moistened her lips and nodded.

“How ’bout when I do this?” I peeled the halves of her bra apart and enjoyed the sight of her bare breasts for the first time. They were small but firm, with just enough weight to curve gently on the bottom.

“That too,” she said with another frisson. Then she added hesitantly, “I know you normally like them bigger…”

“Uh-uh. You remember what I said about my favorites?”

“Besides, they’re beautiful. Just the right size and shape.

“You really think so?”

“Should I ask Mr. Big too?”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked with a grin. Then she reached up and touched my cheek. “This is another reason I’m dating you… you make me feel beautiful. And special.”

“That’s because you are. Both.” I kissed her and slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She lowered her arms and let it fall away. I kissed her again and reached behind her, where I unfastened the clasp on her skirt.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Just nervous.”

I nodded and slowly lowered the zipper.

“Let me down,” she said politely. “It’s easier if I’m standing.”

I stepped back and helped her to the floor. She wriggled her hips and pushed the tight skirt over them. It formed a black pool around her feet.

My eyes traveled up her legs. She was wearing stockings instead of hose, held up by a black garter belt.