"Take your clothes off," I said.
She slowly, hesitantly began to unbutton her blouse. She draped it over the back of a chair in the dining room. Next she pulled her skirt down over her hips and let it drop to the floor. When she bent over to pick it up, she faced away from me so I got a good look at her ass. I am a devout worshipper of the female backside, and Nadia had a pretty nice one. Made up for her small titties.
She stood there in her underwear, waiting.
"Bra, panties and socks please."
She hesitated.
"Now please," I demanded.
She unhooked her bra, pulled straps down over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing her small but serviceable titties and their pink, erect nipples which she tried to cover up by holding her arm across her chest.
Nadia pulled her panties down and stood naked in her socks, looking at the floor, one arm hiding her tits and one hand cupping her pussy.
"Hands over your head," I said.
I knew her tits were cute, but I wasn't expecting a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair.
"May I have some wine or beer? Something to help me calm down."
"Refridgerator," I said.
She speed walked to the kitchen, came back with an open bottle of wine and a glass.
"You want?" she said as she filled the glass.
"No. I got my own." I opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of boubon, chased a few shots with a beer and took Nadia by the hand back into the living room.
"Now, you take MY clothes off." I knelt in front of her and she pulled my tee shirt off over my head. I stood up and put her hands on my belt and she slowly unbuckled it. She pulled it out of the loops of my jeans, then unzipped my fly. She looked up at me like she was waiting for something to happen.