Tilting my head down, I again kissed her lips before answering "I'm glad we don't have to worry about the other stuff, too. I'd do the other, if we had to; but what I want is to be with you – a hundred percent."
Gail was pleased by what I said, and reached up to pull my head down again so that she could be the one to kiss ME on the lips. After she released me, she said "For a long time, I… I've wanted to be naked with you", a bit hesitantly.
I smiled in reassurance before responding "I'd like that. How did you want it to happen?"
"I want to take your clothes off, then you do mine…"
My response was to slip my loafers off, then raise my arms in a "Well, here I am" gesture. With a smile, Gail reached up for the top button on the shirt I was wearing. I saw her hands tremble slightly, but pretended not to. She fumbled a little bit with the button for a few seconds, then took a deep breath before trying again. Her second attempt went easier and faster, giving her whatever confidence she needed to continue – which she did. She didn't rush it, but she certainly didn't dawdle, either; it didn't take her long to have my shirt completely undone and hanging loose.
Her next considered action was to slip her hands underneath it so that she could put them on my chest – accompanied by a soft intake of breath when she made contact with my skin. The next minute or two was occupied by her running her hands across my chest, and even along my sides and across my belly. When she was satisfied, she let me help as she slid my shirt off before she carefully draped it across the back of a chair. After looking at my naked torso for a few seconds, her hands went to my belt. That was undone in short order, followed by her getting my slacks unfastened. She hesitated a moment, swallowed, and got the tab of my fly between her fingers; after a brief hesitation, she slowly drew it down. Of course, my slacks opened up as she did so, revealing my undershorts. She somehow managed to take hold of the waist of my pants before gravity took over, and slowly knelt as she slid them down my legs. Once they were all the way down, I calmly stepped out of them; Gail's eyes never left the front of my undershorts as she set my pants on the same chair that had my shirt. Her focus didn't change as she took care of getting my socks off, either.
Still kneeling in front of me, Gail reached for the waistband of the last garment keeping me from being completely nude. Her face showed the anticipation she felt, while her slightly trembling hands revealed how nervous she was.
Once she'd gotten control of my shorts, Gail began to ease them down slowly – whether to tease herself, or because of nerves, I'll never know. When they were low enough that my cock popped free and my balls were revealed, I heard her gasp in surprise. It took a couple of seconds before she remembered what she'd been doing, and she went back to sliding my briefs down my legs. Again, her attention didn't waver as she absently set my last item of clothing on the chair.
She remained kneeling as she got what I expect was her first real look at adult male genitalia – and they seemed to fascinate her. She moved around a little bit, looking at me from a variety of angles before finally extending her hand again. Her first touch was soft and tentative; when she tilted her head to look up at me, I just smiled and nodded that it was okay. Slowly, and carefully, she touched me again, then gradually expanded her efforts so that she took my length in her hand and lifted it up before leaning forward slightly so she could look at me more closely. When she'd satisfied herself with my cock, she gently held it aside so she could cup my balls in her other hand, weighing them, before carefully rolling them between her fingers to learn about the orbs inside. When she'd satisfied her initial curiosity, she released me and stood up again. Still looking at my package, she softly announced "You're beautiful there…" – something that didn't hurt my ego in the slightest.
After she pulled her eyes away, she looked up at me and saw that I'd been watching her – and promptly blushed furiously. I reached out to caress her cheek as I told her "It's okay, dear. I know you've never really seen before, and I don't mind if you want to look or touch – now, or any time." That seemed to help relieve her… at least a little bit.
Perhaps a minute went by before she realized that I was standing there naked, and she wasn't. After giving me a bashful smile, she took a step back and asked "Would… would you be the first man to see me naked, Jim?"
"I'd like that honor very much", I assured her.
The dress she had on was a sleeveless one-piece number that flattered her shape – and fastened down the front, thankfully. Moving a little closer to her, I reached out and got my fingers on the first button. Looking into her eyes, I waited until she gave me a small nod, letting me know that she was sure that it was okay for me to continue. I took my time about getting each button undone, and as her dress slowly opened up to reveal the body underneath, I softly touched my lips to her exposed skin. First were the upper slopes of her breasts, above the small, light bra she had on. Then it was the smooth expanse of her belly, just a little way below her bust. I had to lower myself to one knee to continue with opening her dress, and leaned forward to kiss the cute dimple of her navel; and the last was applied to her abdomen, just above the brief panties she had on.
Still on my knee in front of her, I carefully eased my hands underneath her garment and softly set them on her hips for a bit before gently caressing the curves of her hips and waist a few times. Tilting my head back, I looked up at her and simply told her "Beautiful", earning myself a pleased smile.
Standing up again, I helped her get her arms free so that I could put her dress with my shirt. Moving behind her, I felt a little relief at seeing where here bra hooked closed. I took a few moments to slide my hands across her shoulders, and then down to include her upper arms. She'd let her hair grow a bit longer; I carefully moved it to hang down in front of her, then gave the junction of her neck and shoulder a soft kiss before reaching for the closure on her bra. It was only a few moments work to get it undone, and then I brought the soft cascade of her pale tresses back to where I'd found them. With her bra still covering her bust, I put my hands on her sides and slowly caressed them for a few seconds before drawing my hands around and up – slipping them under the material so I could cup Gail's breasts in my hands.
She was faintly trembling, but continued to hold herself where she was as I enjoyed how warm and firm her breasts were in my hands, and how smooth they were to my fingertips. I heard her breath catch in her throat when I finally settled on investigating her nipples. I could feel that each peak was tight and crinkled, and learned that her pencil-diameter nipples were extended a quarter-inch or more.
Released my tenuous hold on her mammaries, I slid the shoulder straps of her bra off, and she helped me slide that item off her arms; a second later, it was keeping company with the rest of my clothing.
I lowered myself to one knee behind her before softly sliding my hands down to I could take the waist of the small panties she was wearing between my fingers. Leaning forward, I gave her tailbone a soft kiss before slow drawing her panties off her hips – then past the small, tight globes of her ass, and finally down the deliciously curved and slender lengths of her legs. When they were around her ankles, I offered her a hand to steady herself as she stepped out of them before I set them aside to join her bra. With nothing to impede the view I had of her, I took a few seconds to enjoy how incredibly sexy she was.