The sky was cloudy, that night, with the moon only peeking out at times, no more than a minute, or two, at most. Of all the places it shone, that night, the moon placed it's glow upon the face of a young woman by the name of Anna McGuire. It was beautiful. Upon this beautiful face, a luscious pair of lips that danced each unvoiced word it spoke into the eyes of a young man, who was just so lucky to have the chance to read them. It seduced him. It pulled him in closer, and closer. It made him quiver.
Time slowed, only a short distance away from those seductive lips, and his breathing nearly ceased. He leaned in that little bit more, and his whole body filled with the need to keep doing it. Reaching up to hold her gently, he tilts his head to the other side, continuing to peck at those gorgeous lips and that alluring neck of hers. With a hand free, he lifted it towards her shoulder, inching it closer and closer to strap, and eventually pulling down to the side. Without really knowing why, just knowing that her shoulder was now completely bare aroused him even more, and his kissing of her neck became that much more intense. Switching hands, to remove the other strap, he takes a second to have a breather, and just admire this woman whom he loved so. She was beautiful...
The zip falls...
(This is where I'd stop, and allow the other person to play their role, and their side of the first part of this scene. Depending on how they played it, I would either continue the strip, or proceed in pushing them onto the bed, THEN continuing the strip
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He loved the feeling of her fingers, as they ran down his chest, unbuttoning at each button on his shirt. The times she would just rip it apart, instead of slowly unbuttoning in that seductive way of hers, gave him more of an urge to just rush at her lips again, and never let go. His fourth button popped, and he couldn't handle it - he pushes Anna onto the bed, following closely behind to lie above her, sensually kissing her lips... her neck... her exposed bosom... He breathed on her, smelling her body, and whatever amazing perfume she had on that night. It was tantric! He held her down, spreading her arms out for her, as she laid under him. He ripped off the rest of his shirt, his full torso in sight, and proceeded to kiss her as his hand reached down to her right thigh.
He reached up, further creasing that stunning chiffon dress of hers, and gripped her firmly at the top of her thigh, before slowly releasing the grip, and moving it towards her undergarment, whatever it may've been. It felt like it had patterns on it. Lingerie. Definitely a plus in his books. It was cushiony, as he ran his index finger along where he thought her vagina would be, placing a little bit more pressure as he made his way down, and less pressure as he made his way back up, again.