Page 19 of The Nutcracker

He released me and took a step back.

The moment he let go I thought I might stumble backward.

He caught me by the hand.

He steadied me.

Then he said, “Think clearly, act calmly. Start with the buttons.”

He raised his arms, the front of his red velvety shirt draping down from his evidently muscular chest.

The white fluffy buttons should have been an easy target, but they weren’t. I had other things to worry about: my booming heart, my hardening cock, my trembling, feeble fingers. Nevertheless I rose to the challenge as best I could. I started at the top, concentrating hard on slipping each fluffy white cotton-tail button through the hole.

I swallowed back my fear, my nerves, my excitement, instead trying as hard as I could to keep my cool. After all, it had been a while.

With every button that slipped loose, more of his chest was revealed.

It was as muscled as I had hoped, perhaps even more so.

Smooth.

Hairless.

Goosebumps everywhere.

I smiled and realized he was as excited as me.

I unbuttoned the fluffy whites over his abs and they were as rippled as his chest was muscled.

I slipped the last button loose and glancing down I saw his cock now protruding horizontally under those red velvet pants.

Unable to stop myself I reached to grab it, intoxicated with the utter manliness of this stranger in his strange and wonderful store; drunk on this entirely bizarre yet liberating situation.

But before I could take hold of him, he took hold of my forearm.

“Uh-uh. One step at a time.” He released my arm. “Slide the shirt off my shoulders. First the left, then the right.”

I did as he told me.

With my right hand I reached for his left shoulder.

My fingers touched his warm, brown skin, nestling under the shirt to rest upon his muscled shoulder. Then, with a lift of my hand, I slid the shirt off his shoulder. It slipped down his arm, exposing the entire left side of his handsome torso.

I smiled, as though I’d passed that test, and did the same with his right shoulder.

The red velvet shirt slid from his body and onto the floor.

I looked up at the Santa hat on his head but decided to keep it where it was. It gave this mountain of a man a cuteness I couldn’t possibly disrobe.

Those pants, however, had to come off.

I glanced down at the red velvet trousers with the erection throbbing beneath the plush fabric.

“I seriously think I can take care of that for you.”

I began to drop to my knees, but Curtis caught me by the armpits and lifted me back up. “You need to be patient.”

“How patient?”