I blush deeply as she laughs, and he walks into the centre of the room, turning to take it all in and nodding approval at the huge mirror.
“I think you should undress him,” she says to me. “Slowly.”
He stands with his arms apart invitingly, and I slip his jacket off his shoulders, before loosening his tie. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, beginning to expose the hair on his chest, then she’s there whispering in my ear.
“First time experiences are rare at our age, and are too often rushed and disappointing. This will be neither of those; now slow down and undress him carefully. Your first time being fucked by a man will be indescribably memorable if you take your time. Good boy.” She pats my arse, and sits back down.
I take a deep breath, and calm myself. I’ve undressed many women, and none of them in this nervous and clumsy way. At least not for a couple of decades, anyway.