her bare essentials, she wasn't sure sexy was exactly what she felt. More like, nervous. Also vulnerable, understandably. And, maybe less understandably, but totally irresistibly: more than a little bit turned on.
She thought of doing a little twirl, making a little show of it, being a little cheeky. But somehow... she just couldn't bring herself to.
Instead – shoulders hunched together, trying to make herself look small – she reached behind herself with one hand, and unclasped her bra. With that hand, she slowly pulled it down, while her other arm remained draped across herself, struggling vainly against the gorgeous amplitude of her breasts to preserve some remnant of modesty.
She reached around to pull her panties down. Once they slipped past her mound, she brought her free hand over to cover that, and squirmed her legs until they slid all the way off.
In sum, she plunged herself into total nakedness – baring it all for her bear billionaire. She did it meekly, but somehow also giving the impression of utmost dignity and bravery. Never had anyone stripped so shyly, and yet so courageously.
She couldn't, however, convert that courage into the strength to look Will Locklear in the face.
If she had, she would have seen him transported by a mix of arousal and admiration. His pupils dilated in wide-open eyes, and his nostrils flared, taking in her scent. If the blood hadn't been pounding so strongly in her ears, she might even have made out the rapid thump-thump-thumping of his heart.
Although, even without those things, she managed to get the message.
Unable to look him in the eyes, she had settled her gaze somewhere around his navel. And at that angle, she had the perfect view of his cock hardening with a steady fury, until it strained against his slacks in a great bulge to one side.
That sight distracted her enough to forget some of her apprehension and self-doubt. She began imagining him slipping it out through his zipper, the feel of its girth as she clasped it in her palm, the taste of it in her mouth.
And with that thought, her hands began a subtle shift. Whereas before, they were covering her breasts and the space between her legs... now, they began to move in small, stimulating motions. She rubbed at her stiffening nipple, rolling it under her hand. A finger slipped between her legs, rubbing at her moistening slit.
She might not even have fully noticed she was doing it, but there was no way Will could fail to, staring at her as intently as he was. And the sight of Kim starting to touch herself under his gaze finally blew away any doubts which had lingered past the sight of her naked flesh.
With one hand, he began to unbutton his shirt.
That startled Kim a little. Gripping herself protectively in her sensitive places, she said:
“Wh–what are you doing?”
“I thought it wouldn't be fair for me to be the only one getting a sneak preview. You're just as entitled to see what you're signing up for as I am.” He stopped, his shirt half-unbuttoned. “Or... would you prefer I didn't?”
“No... you can... you can keep going. I... I wanna see.”
He pulled free the last button of his shirt, and let it hang from his shoulders, giving her a glimpse into the muscled valley between his two pecs, and the potent six pack beneath it.
Then the same hand descended to his belt, which he whipped free in one smooth motion. A shiver ran through Kim, and she closed her eyes to compose herself while Will kicked off his shoes and socks.
She opened her eyes to the sight of his legs stepping free of his slacks. It seemed impossible that his boxer briefs could be containing his raging hard-on, which was pulled to one side, the head peeking out at one hip.
He advanced on her then, and the shiver turned into a body-wide tremble, which only intensified when she tried to look at his eyes.
“We'll have to do something about