Fantasy Debt of Sneha (short story)

[phantom_assassin]

"No," I said. "Why would I joke about something like that? I know you have an excellent figure and I want to admire it without the dress getting in the way."


"Seriously," she said. "You know I can't do that."

"I know no such thing. Nothing to stop you as far as I can see. It's only your dress I'm asking you to remove, nothing else."

I paused while she was giving me a considering look. Before she could open her mouth to refuse (or agree) I went on.

"You'll find I'm quite capable of removing your bra and panties myself."

"Really, Raj?," she said in a very put-upon voice. "You can't make suggestions like that. Haven't you ever heard of manners?"

"Certainly. I don't want to have to wait a week before making a move. I want you now."

"Well, I don't feel like taking off my dress right now. Anything you ask, the answer will have to be no."

"Can I hold you to that?"

Sneha looked puzzled. I gave her a nice evil smile.

"Are you going to object if I take your dress off for you? No, you say?"

Her dress was definitely a summer type dress. Brush the shoulder straps off and it should be possible to slide it down off her. I suppose the correct way would be to lift it over her head but from my point of view down would be easier. I stepped closer to her, brushed the straps off her shoulders then hooked onto the dress and pulled it down. I was right. It came down and off very easily, finishing up pooled around her feet.

"I can't believe you did that," Sneha assured me, looking slightly stunned.

"Believe," I told her. "Next question, do you want me to take your bra off next?"

"No," came the immediate reply, and I nodded.

"Like I thought. Panties it is."

With that I hitched my fingers onto her panties and tugged them down, letting them join her dress. I brushed my fingertips against her pussy as I stood back up.

"I do like a nicely shaved pussy," I murmured.

Sneha was looking both enraged and frustrated, not knowing quite what to say. I didn't bother to ask about her bra. We both knew I was going to take it off no matter what she said. I had noticed it was a front fastening bra which made it easier. (So embarrassing to go fumbling around her back and not finding a catch.) I just reached over and unclipped it and let it fall. It was strapless, probably because the straps would have shown with that dress.

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I very gently brushed my hands across her breasts, feeling her nipples dragging against my palms. That light touch was all that was needed for those sensitive little buds to stretch out for more attention.