Almost Stopped

My heart almost stopped at the sight of her, for she was 
at her most lovely. A lustrous halo of golden curls hung 
about her shoulders, framing dark green eyes and full 
pouting red lips. Her expression, slightly out of sorts. I smiled fondly; she was 
ever insatiable.

Best of all was her clothing, the standard school girl outfit. A tight white blouse strained to cover those
substantial rounded breasts. It was low cut and
unbuttoned, giving a clear view of the cleft between
those glorious tits. Long curvy legs vanished into a
short wred and black mini-skirt that ended inches below her
waist. I strained my neck to see into the darkness
underneath, but sadly in vain.

Then, as if in direct answer to my thoughts, her hands
rose to the buttons of her blouse. She was getting undressed. She set to work on the blouse. In time that too fell to the floor, and she
casually unclasped her skirt and stood there before me.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I gazed at shapely
breasts, a tapering waist and a perfectly rounded
bottom. All that shielded her nakedness from me was a
skimpy white bra and panties.