Then, without a word being said, she reached down and unsnapped her shorts, pushed them down and kicked them off. She stood there with her hands on her hips, in a T-shirt and very sheer panties.
Then something just came out. It was not planned. “And you do know you will most likely be totally naked when you get this spanking?”
She just stood, silent, her hands on her hips, in her little panties and a T-shirt that clearly revealed she had no bra on. I could see the outline of her hard little nipples. Each second seemed like a minute.
Then her expression changed. “If I am naked, then you have to be naked as well,” she calmly said.
Her comment took me by surprise. This was a game changer. A dangerous game changer. But to be honest, it was one of the most erotic, exciting, sexual things I had ever heard. A switch clicked. I loved her. Not as a sister, but for who she was. The woman who was Linda. The woman I had known all my life. I was totally in love with her.
Okay, I thought. I will call her bluff. I was pretty sure she would back down. I stood up and took off my T-shirt and threw it on the couch. She hesitated, then she quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head, and it joined my discarded shirt. Her wonderful tits were now free. Then, in one swift movement she slipped her panties down, and kicked them off.
It was like an electric shock went through my body. She wanted to go through with it. I just stared at her wonderful, sweet, naked pussy. She saw where I was looking. “Well, it is not like you haven’t seen it before,” she said with a bit of attitude. She put up a front of bravado, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. We both seemed frozen at this point.
She looked nervous and I realized her eyes were fixed directly on the crotch of my shorts. My running shorts did nothing to hide my totally hard, and slightly twitching, cock.
“You too,” she said, as she pointed a finger at my crotch.
Well, this was the moment of truth, so to speak. I didn’t think for more than a couple of seconds, and then unceremoniously pushed my shorts down and kicked them off. She looked up at me, then down again at my fully erect penis. I could not tell if her look was one of fear, or lust.
I was as hard as I had ever been. I am not necessarily big, but my member was pointing straight up and full of blood.
I just gazed at her nakedness. She was beyond beautiful. She was exquisite. Her perky tits were just as I remembered, with those little hard nipples that always seemed to point upwards. She was completely shaven. The lips of her womanhood were swollen, and they slightly glistened with her own juices.
I was torn between grabbing and kissing her, for she looked so beautiful, and vulnerable, or pulling her down onto my lap and spanking her. I had agreed to spank her. She had asked to be spanked, to see what it was like. And I had to admit, I now wanted to do a Test Run, as much as she did.
She kept looking at my enlarged, and angry-looking cock. I thought this would end the game, and I had mixed emotions about that.