On my knees in front of Pete, horny, wanting his c**k. I brushed his hands away and unsnapped his shorts. Pulling the zipper down over a bulge I knew would be big.
Pink. Pink panties, I thong, actually. Lots of fine lace and a big fat c**k sticking out the top. Pete's shorts dropped to his ankles. I looked up. Pete was beet red, his hands opening and closing, his lip tucked between his teeth. I ran my hand over the thin, soft fabric. "This your dirty little secret?"
"I'm sorry, Sam."
I stood up. "Strip me, Pete."
His eyes went wide. His hands wavered. I shoved my hips towards him. "Do it, Pete. Take my clothes off, please."
Pete stepped out of his shorts. His shaking hands tugged my tank top up and off, revealing my black bra. He stared. "Keep going, Pete. I want to be naked for you."
