I hooked my thumbs deeper into the waistband of Sherry's shorts. The elastic stretched under the pressure of my fingers as I began tugging them down with excruciating slowness. Inch by inch the red fabric peeled away from her skin. It clung for a moment to the warm, smooth curve where her waist flared into her full hips before giving way with a soft whisper of cloth against flesh.
The shorts slid lower. They caught on the generous swell of her ass. The heavy roundness of her cheeks made the fabric drag and stretch before it finally slipped free. As the material continued its descent down her thick thighs, it revealed everything. She wore nothing underneath. The cool air of the room kissed her newly exposed skin.
