"It's dress-up day at work. I've been bragging about being back to my high-school size after the baby was born, and now everyone wants to see me in my old high school cheerleader uniform. But, I can't get it fastened."
I have to tell you - at this point, I was excited. I had a partial woody just from the tits. And, I was gonna have to touch her skin at the waist-band of the skirt to see how much to move the button. My hard-on was getting harder just thinking of the possibilities. I walked closer and asked, "May I?" indicating with my hands that I needed to touch her.
"Yeah, go for it. I knew some touching would be necessary when I called you."
I tried, really I did, to maintain a business-like air as I grabbed the waist-band of the cheerleader skirt and adjusted it to where it would fit her waist. The backs of my fingers brushed her skin above her hip. My hard-on got harder. In fact, it was pretty obvious at this point. If she looked at my crotch, she would notice. And, since my hands were occupied, there wasn't much I could do about it. So, I kept on working on the waist-band. I was taking my time. (I wanted to do a good job. Yeah, right, I wanted to prolong the contact with her skin.)
It was then I realized. Where my fingers were, I should be able to feel the elastic of her panties. Nothing. Nothing but skin. I didn't think my cock could get any more erect, but I was wrong. I took a straight pin from my kit and marked where the button would have to go and stepped back and said, "Now you have to take it off so I can move the button."
I really expected her to tell me to step out of the room while she changed. I was shocked, again. She undid the zipper and dropped the skirt to the floor. Lifted one foot out, then used the other foot to pick the skirt up and hand it to me. I didn't take it immediately. I couldn't. I couldn't move. My eyes had started to follow the movement of the skirt as it fell to the floor and had been totally captivated by the fact that Jo was standing in front of me, now, completely naked. Her small landing strip of pubic hair caught my eye and I was transfixed. I have no idea how long we stood like that. It wasn't long enough, though. I just couldn't get enough of her beautiful skin, her perfectly formed landing strip. I felt her eyes on me and I slowly allowed my gaze to travel up to her face - pausing a moment to take in the beauty of her breasts and taking note that her nipples were rock-hard.
When my eyes finally got to her face, I expected to lock eyes with her, but her gaze was elsewhere. Then, I noticed where she was looking. Remember, I told you my hard-on was obvious. Well, she was obviously staring at it. Before I could look down again, I noticed her lick her lips. I reached out to take the skirt and had to take a step forward to do so. When she let go of the skirt, as her hand fell back to her side, she brushed the back of her hand against my cock. (Did she do that on purpose?)
That question was answered in mere moments. Instead of allowing her hand to keep dropping to her side, she turned it and palmed my cock through my shorts. I stepped closer. I tossed the skirt on the bed behind her and reached my hands out to touch her. I started at her hips. My right hand traveled up to caress her rock-hard nipples. My left hand sought out the landing strip - and the smoothness of her mound that surrounded it.
Her hands were not idle. She was working on my belt, snap and zipper on my shorts. In moments, I felt my shorts fall to the floor and then felt her hands pulling out the elastic on my briefs as she slowly pushed them down to mid-thigh. Then, her hands moved back to my cock and she began to stroke it with one hand and cup my scrotal sac with the other.
My left hand had found nirvana. Her pussy lips were engorged and I could feel the moisture coming from her pussy. I slowly massaged the opening of her pussy, searching for the little button that I expected would give her pleasure. She jumped when I found it - thrusting her hips forward and causing one my fingers to dip inside her hot, wet pussy.