I sat down and pulled my shoes and socks off quickly, followed by my jeans. My sweatshirt soon joined the pile, leaving me sitting there feeling a little vulnerable in my jockeys. The strangeness of the situation suddenly washed over me. I had never been naked in a warehouse before, but then this was proving to be a week of firsts. With a fatalistic shrug of my shoulders, I removed the last of my clothing.
Karen was disrobing almost as fast as I was. She turned her back to me, and gestured for a little help with her bra clasp. I hadn't realized how much my hands were shaking until I stood up and tried to unfasten those tiny clasps. As my hand brushed across her back, I realized that it was first time I had even touched her, and in just a few seconds we would most likely be having sex. Talk about a quickie.
After she slid her bra down her arms, she turned to face me. I guess I was expecting to see some rather ponderous, sagging breasts, but much to my delightful surprise, Karen's chest sported a pair of B-cup pointers, looking almost as perky as some of the college girls I had gotten to know so well. She put her hands under her tits and bragged a little. “Not quite what you were expecting?”