Debbie opened the door and walked out. She wasn’t naked, but she didn’t
have much on, either. She was wearing a black, lacy top that tied in the
front and barely contained her tits. The one string holding the two sides
together looked ready to snap, and left her skin exposed from the black
satin neck band down to her navel. The top was short, barely reaching her
smooth stomach. She was wearing black shorts, very brief and made of a
soft terrycloth that molded itself to the contours of her pussy and ass.
There was a small wet spot where the shorts dipped into her pussy, and I
could tell by her flushed face that she was primed and ready.
“No, I’m not naked yet. Do you want me to be?” Her voice was charged
with emotion, and she fingered the tie to her skimpy top. I looked at the
others, and all were standing with their mouths open and staring at Debbie.
The sound of their breathing was loud, and I could see several were already
sporting hard-ons.
“Well, what do you say, guys? Do we want her naked?” I asked.
“Yes!” “You bet!” “Fuckin A!”