Looking around, you see you definitely aren't in the strip club...it looks more like a hotel room. Your clothes are sweaty, your body a little sticky, in ways that...excite you for some reason? You take a deep breath, and hearing your breathy, womanly voice calms you. You can do this.
You look down at yourself, and blush for reasons you don't understand. It must be because of your strange outfit. You can't imagine wearing this bra with that jacket and these jeans...they feel like parts of someone else's wardrobe.
A girlfriend? No, that doesn't sound right...you're straight, aren't you? You shake your head, feeling your beautiful hair dance around your head. You need to get to the bottom of this, but first, you need to make yourself comfortable.
You remove your tight jeans, moaning again for some reason. As you look at the silky blue panties clinging tightly to your pussy, your skin goes flush and your eyes lose focus. Why is the simple act of undressing so terribly arousing?