Ever the gentleman, Nils helps Jamie undress. Jamie, impatient, snags her top on her aroused nipples. The flimsy garment tangles tight. “Easy does it,” Nils tells her. “We have all the time in the world. Look how lovely your breasts are.” Jamie glances into the mirror before them. “So lovely,” Nils repeats. “Now just admire yourself for a minute.”

Nils, adhering to his own instruction, slowly eases Jamie’s shorts down her hips. His intention is to take both shorts and panties together, not because he is in a hurry, but at that moment, at least, he prefers the aesthetics of that method. As it happens, so wet is Jamie’s vulva that the panties adhere briefly to the sex skin. A strand of the slippery juice stretches an inch or two as Nils worked the panties free, then snaps silently. Nils thinks a slow-motion video of that would be incomparably erotic even as he tugs the shorts and panties, now joined again, the rest of the way down Jamie’s legs, lifts her booted feet one by one, and slips the bundle of pants and panties away.

Jamie, meanwhile, has her halter top free of her breasts and above her head, but tangled in her hair. “Help,” she says, the request a quiet breath. Nils stands and does the untangling, which takes but a moment. “Now lift your arms straight up,” he tells her. He can’t resist tickling her under her armpits, and he is rewarded by a squirm and a giggle. “No fair,” Jamie squeals. Nils takes the top up over Jamie’s hands, his fingertips caressing her palm in the process.

“What about the boots?” Jamie asks.

“Leave them,” Nils says. “I’m going to fuck you with your boots on. But leave your hands over your head. For as long as you can, okay?”

Jamie obeys. Nils, standing behind her, caresses her arms and sides. His penis erects against her bottom. His hands move to her breasts. “Keep your hands up,” he reminds her, while with exquisite gentleness he pinches her nipples.

Jamie has had enough. Time to take matters into her own hands. “Nils. Get on the floor! Now!”