An incredible amount of time is spent putting the right clothes over a body, to emphasize its attributes and hide its (perceived) faults. "Does this dress make my butt look big?" "Yes, baby it makes it look real good and big."
And... an incredible amount of time is spent trying to imagine that person in front of you... without all those clothes on.
Clothes are sexy. Clothes are fun to take off. They not only slowly reveal the person underneath, but reveal a process. These layers were put on by the person... stripping in reverse. The undergarments and complicated wraps and fasteners are where her or his fingers were.
The lacy devices, the teasing stockings. The peek-a-boo underwear. They touch and clothe and cover parts...creases of their own bodies.
Now... I am revealing that body again. Undoing the process.
They also reveal what the person is thinking. She put these long stockings on, to draw attention to her legs? This loose sweater - so people can't make out her nipples?
Shapes, details, nuances and curves. Clothes hide them all, but suggest. We know what people look like naked but only in general. We love to take them off, slowly and deliciously, and be surprised, or even, be justified in what we thought we would see. A collision of the imagination and anticipation.
I hate it when my lover strips their clothes off in one fell swoop. I don't want someone to automatically be naked. I want to learn something about you... and about what I expected. Slowly and inch by inch along the way.
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