Get your clothes on then examine Cecelia.
From Create Your Own Story
You pick up your boxers and slip them on, and that seems to calm Cecelia's nerves a bit. You give a smile. "I'm not going to try anything, see?" She nods, sighs, and sits down on the couch to unlace her boots.
Once she has them off, she peels her socks off her small feet, stuffing them down in the boots. Standing slowly, she takes up the hem of her shirt and peels it up slowly, up over her shoulders and off her head. Her breasts are small, perfectly rounded B cups, and her dark areola are the size of a nickel, the skin tightening there around her little stiffening nipples. She's slender, but her ribs curve out until they meet her firm stomach, curving back in until her hips jut out just slightly. You swallow hard as you find yourself staring, and she shakes her head.
Slowly, she unbuttons the military cargo pants, unfastening the fly, then slides the pants down and kicks them off. Beneath, she wears only a pair of cotton briefs. Nothing fancy or outright sexy, but the curves of her hips against the fabric is exciting enough. Hooking her fingers through the waistband, she peels them down her toned slender legs, and steps out of them, then puts her hands on her hips. Between her legs is a slight bush of hair, but definitely groomed. Just enough to hide the lips of her mound.
You go over and shine the light across her face, examining the detail. She's very pretty in a tomboyish way. No make up, no skin care, just youth and high cheekbones, with dark eyes and tender looking lips. Her neck is slender, swan-like, and her collar bones protrude gently under her dark skin. You can see goose pimples rise as you shine the light across her gorgeous breasts, studying each one a little longer than you should. As the light drifts lower, she arches her back to let you see the underside of each, and you suddenly remember you're supposed to be looking for wounds. You shine the light down over her rib cage, and then that firm belly, suddenly wishing you just run your palm against it. You fix the light on her bush, and look up to her. "Same rules apply, I'm guessing?" You ask. She nods.
"Just don't do anything stupid you're gonna regret." You nod back, then push your fingers into the slight curls off her pubic hair, feeling the skin beneath gently. There's nothing to be felt but the downy softness of her hair, and as you trail a little lower, she takes a deep breath. She steps one foot out to the side so that she's just a bit spread, and then reaches down slowly and puts a finger just at the tip of her mons venus, then pulls upward. Her lips spread open just slight, revealing a light pink interior that immediately causes your cock to jump to life in your boxers. No wounds. Just beautiful skin you wish you could touch.
Trying to be professional, you scan down her legs, looking over the inside and outside of her thighs, her knees, her shins and calves, and then to her slender delicate feet and toes.
You stand, and she turns around as if on cue, outstretching her arms to each side. You shine the light across the taut muscles of her back, and noticing nothing, crouch down. You shine the light across the globes of her ass, and it's a breathtaking sight. Perfectly rounded, toned, the musculature firm but the skin still supple and soft, curving out beyond what you'd previously noticed. You see slight goose pimples raise on her flesh and she slowly leans forward, and the cheeks of her ass spread open, giving you a perfect view of her tightly puckered little starfish, and the slightly parting folds of her vulva. Not so much as a scratch, but all you can think of is shoving your face in.
