Date Night

He returned a minute later, carrying a dress in his hand. His chest was bare and I could see a few drops of water glistning across his solid pecks. Not an inch of softness on him. The mighty Russian was a mass of rippling muscles. His dark hair was wet and messy, some falling short of his deep stormy eyes. This much beauty should be illegal.

"Wear it," he glanced briefly at me while laying the dress on the bed. He then rose to his full height and ran his eyes along the length of my body. His eyes lingering on my intimate parts a little longer than necessary. I noticed his throat rolling as he stared unabashadely at my bare crotch. The intensity of his gaze made me squirm in my spot. He was a pervert.

"You have five minutes," his gaze found its way back to my eyes. I kept my mouth shut. Saying that, he spun on his heels to leave. I rushed over to where the dress was lying. I picked it up and frowned when I found no undergarments with it.

"I can't find the undergarments," I turned t