"As you wish, my little nectarine."<br/><br/>Frank hurriedly pulled off his pants, leaving his briefs for her to deal with.<br/><br/>Next, he lowered himself and slipped his hands beneath her top, sliding them up and then deftly taking her top off, pulling it over her head, Lauren's red hair splaying on the pillow in the process.<br/><br/>Grinning devilishly, Frank continued to open his pretty package.<br/><br/>He reached down, unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied them down her legs, his calloused hands enjoying the feel of her soft thighs then calves. The shorts were then tossed aside, much like a child does with wrapping paper on Christmas morning.<br/><br/>Next were her panties, moist and begging to be removed.<br/><br/>"Last layer," he said chuckling as he looped a finger under the waistband and practically yanked them down, using just one finger. He twirled the unnecessary cotton article around the finger, smirking, before flinging it across the room.<br/><br/>And there it was. Her swelling, juicy mound. Same pubic hair color as her hair. She was natural, after all.<br/><br/>"My my," he said breathily. "Hello, beautiful. Nice to finally meet you."