When his eyes settled on Shaunna again, she was completely nude. Her pert nipples were beacons to the gentle valley between her round breasts. David's stare followed the path of least resistance to the tiny and tidy garden of brown curls that split the river of skin.
He suddenly realized how very, very overdressed he was and fidgeted slightly as he dragged his heavy eyes back up to hers. "Allow me to reciprocate," he murmured as he began to loosen his necktie.
"Let me," Shaunna offered as she stepped toward him.
David obediently dropped his arms to his sides, allowing the naked woman to undress him.
"This is a nice tie," she commented as she slid it from his neck. "You had it with you in Texas?"
David nodded his head. "I brought all my clothes with me."
“Of course you did,” Shaunna said as she walked around behind him and removed his jacket.
She especially liked the way men looked in vests when their jackets were off. She admired how David’s fit figure was accented by the corset nature of his pinstriped, three-buttoned special. Shaunna appreciated him as she completed her circle.
She then backed up to get, and give, a better view.
"Have a seat." Shaunna gestured to a custom rock bench near the edge of the black tiled pond. David sat and she began removing his shoes.
He looked down at the nude beauty working the laces and willed himself not to be ticklish for the next thirty seconds of his life. Her touch, however, was too delicate and he was just too tender-footed. David chortled and twitched, giving himself away. To her credit, Shaunna did not take advantage of her newfound knowledge until she had removed his other shoe and both his socks. She feathered the balls of his feet with her fingers before she allowed him to stand again.
"Don't worry," she assured him as she began unbuttoning his vest. "I'm ticklish too." She opened it and then pressed her firm body up against his while she claimed another kiss.