Like Warm Sun on Nekkid Bottoms - Charles Austen [34]
“NO!”
She made quick work of her underwear. They didn’t come off so much as evaporate, and then with a sensual twist-lift-pull, she stripped her shirt to complete the Adam and Eve ensemble, holding the discarded garments out to me. “If you really feel the necessity to be dressed now, you can have my clothes. I won’t be needing them anymore. Of course, as you wander about the house inside them, feeling the warmth that was me, just remember that I’ll still be here— inside your closet—completely naked.”
She paused, presumably to allow me a moment to take a breath and compose myself.
I obliged.
“Completely…naked,” she continued. “Of course, you’ve never seen me completely naked. Fortunately it’s dark in here, and there are no water bottles. But take my word for it. If we had light, you’d be able to see everything from the tip of my nipples to the crack of my ass, because I am completely naked.” She paused again for maximum effect. I got the feeling she was trying to get a rise out of me. “To the skin,” she finished in a sensual whisper. “Here. Feel.” And with that, took my hand and guided it to something soft and warm, and pliant. I nearly fainted as blood surged everywhere but my brain.
“I’m sorry,” Woodruff said. “I didn’t get that last part. Would you mind repeating it, please?”
She gently pushed her clothes against me and let them go. Struck dumb and immobile, I failed to take hold and the loose fabric fell somewhere near my feet. As I struggled, briefly, to remember what one does in a situation like that (to this day, I have no idea, so if anyone knows, please send a letter care of the publisher) she kicked the stuff that used to make her not naked somewhere away from me and into a darkened corner of the closet.
“Oops,” she said, not really at all upset. “Whatever will we do, now, Mister Wopplesdown? Now neither of us has any clothes.”
“Dear God,” I wheezed.
After a moment of mouth-hanging-open silence, I shook my head to defog it.
“Ms. Nuckeby. This is highly inappropriate…”
“I know. That’s what makes it fun.”
“There are people out there…”
“And won’t they wish they’d been in here when they hear about what a great time we had?”
She trailed a finger down my chest, heading right for the gold. I jumped and turned around, which didn’t please Woodruff, who had his pants down to his thighs by now. Another two to three years and they’d be off entirely. When the man undressed for the night, he must have finished around dawn. No wonder he was always so tired.
“That’s a side of you I hoped never to see, sir,” he said.
“Makes two of us.”
“This may be beyond the realm of my job description.”
“It’s not for you, Woodruff. This is the only safe place to put it at the moment.”
“Says you,” Ms. Nuckeby trilled, and reached around me, taking a firm grip on things.
“Oh!” I said.
“Oh!” she mocked, using my designer’s handle to pull herself closer, pressing her bare breasts against my back.
“Oops,” she said. “I fell.”
“You did not.”
She laughed, breasts jiggling against me, and I felt everything going dark. And it was already dark enough.
“The pants, Woodruff,” I wheezed weakly, my voice growing faint. “Give me the pants.”
“If I must, sir.”
“I’m trying to show you,” Ms. Nuckeby purred, and squeezed, “that there’s an easier solution, here, than all this ridiculous clothes swapping.”
“There is?” I asked.
“There is,” she said. “Have Woodruff tell everyone you’ve unexpectedly left the building, Elvis-like, and he doesn’t expect you back. Then just stay in here with me.” Leaning close, Wisper whispered the rest of her idea into my ear. “And fuck me till I walk funny.”
“Oh, dear God,” I said.
“I know, sir,” Woodruff said, sadly. “The lady’s brazenness is taking its toll on me as well.”
“Oh, dear, GOD!” I said, realizing he had removed his underwear and only appeared to have three legs. The middle one looked as though it should be climbing trees in the Amazon and swallowing monkeys whole.
“I get it from my father