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What did she do last night?
She took a step back, but didn't go far. If she did, she'd be seen around me.
"Damn these clothes," she said, "why couldn't I have worn a skirt?"
She said she was worried about pissing on her trousers, and boots, so she took her boots off, and stood barefoot.
She made me turn around, and then a few seconds later I felt her tap my shoulder.
"Hold these," she said. I looked over my shoulder, and she pushed my head back with her hand. Then she handed me her trousers and a g-string set of knickers.
I felt a stirring as I realized what I was holding.
She was completely naked from the waist down.
I heard a wet sound, and knew she was pissing.
I turned around completely, and looked at her.
She was facing me, squatting. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, I noticed, nothing but a tight mohawk of hair over some large labia that had a stream of piss shooting out between them.
She was watching the piss closely, to be sure it didn't get all over her feet, so she didn't look up right away.
All she was wearing now was a tight t-shirt. Her long coat lay on her boots just behind her.
Wow, she was a sight to see. Her thighs were dancer's thights, tight without an ounce of fat on them. Her stomach was covered, but I was sure it was flat. Her tits looked large in the shirt, and I could see the outline of a bra.
"You aren't as nice as I thought," she said, looking up as she finished.
She made no move to cover herself up; instead she moved back from the wet earth and put her feet on her coat. She still squatted, but had leaned back a bit. Now I could see her labia even more clearly, as her legs were wide apart.
"You've seen mine," she said, "Now I think I should get to see yours."
"Let's see the rest first," I said, curious to see what she'd do.
"All right," she said, "since you're holding my clothes hostage, I guess I don't have a choice anyway."
And she stripped off the shirt and bra.
Fantastic. Her body was a treasure. Tight and brown, with dark red nipples that were hard as rocks in the cold. She leaned back a bit, arching her back, and I looked at the play of muscle on her body. Perfect. Her tits arched up as well, and she looked at the ground behind her, spreading herself for my sight completely.
She then looked up at me, smiling slightly, pouting a bit.
"Now can I see yours?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"Please, then, can I have my clothes back?" she asked. She'd give me the bra and shirt too.
Her naked brown body shivered a bit in the cold as she knelt there before me.
"Turn around," I said.
She did, showing me her ass. It was great too, belling out from her body, perfect for gripping.
She seemed excited to be naked in front of me, with no way to cover up. She submitted to me completely, showing me her body all over, in various poses.
But she wanted more. She wanted to be teased too.
"I'll do anything to get my clothes back," she said, looking me straight in the eye.
I knew what she wanted.
"Come closer," I said.
She did, and I ran a hand down her body, cupping her left tit, and pinching its nipple. She moaned.
I wasn't going to touch her pussy yet, but reached another hand down to touch her ass. Fantastically muscular.
And I told her.
"You'll have to do what I want," I said, "because I have all your clothes."
She moaned slightly--this was plainly what she wanted me to do, show her that I was in charge.
"I'll do anything you say," she said.
And I felt her loving it, the giving up of the power, the submitting.
"Kneel down," I said, and she did, smiling.
I unzipped my fly and she stared straight at my crotch. She was waiting.
I slowly pulled out my cock.
It was engorged with blood, pulsing with my fast heartbeat.
She looked at it and opened her mouth, looking up at me.
She then took it in her hands, and pulled me inside her. It did good against her dark skin and blood red lips. Fantastic.
And she was a born cocksucker if ever I'd had one.
She sucked and fondled, and pulled my trousers down next.