She liked her bustier costume the best. It revealed her breasts to their full potential and the corset that pinched ever so slightly at her waist was ...legant and classy. She wished it was hers, but alas, it was hired for the duration of the play.The curtain dropped and exposed the three women holding candles. At the other end of the room, Justin appeared as Prospero, sat at the table lighting the candles and thus giving more light to their theatre, the crypt.Everyone at the side glanced, first. Don't get the wrong idea though...this was just me contemplating at this point. I wanted her to lift one leg on the sofa and reveal if she was wearing panties under that skirt or not. I wanted her to feel hot and start taking off her clothes. I wanted her to wake up in horn mode and hop on my lap.Nothing happened...for a minute. Despite everything I wanted to do that was immoral, I didn't have to. I turned off the tv, and the light, grabbed a blanket, tossed it over her, and one for me,. "I gently pressed Laurie back down on the sofa, then down onto her back. I took off her shoes and socks slowly, running my hand up her calf and thigh after each sock and each shoe. Her breathing became faster and her thighs quivered slightly with each stroke.Then there was just her shorts and panties to go. When they went, not only would my dream come true, not only would I be seeing my first live nude woman, but I would be seeing in totality the most beautiful girl I knew. My hands trembled. She was, I thought, about 29 or 30 years old. Wavy blonde hair that hung down to her shoulder blades. Magnificently tanned legs that ran up to the bottom of her painted on hot pants, followed by a beautiful flat tummy, again perfectly tanned, a set of maybe largish ‘B’ cup breasts that rode perfectly on her chest, nestled just barely in her low cut top, and a very pretty face. If there was anything wrong with her, it was that she wore too much make up. I’m not a fan of so much make up on women,.