fast: “See you in an hour?”
I wasn't sure what sort of punishment he had in mind, but I was certain that any punishment would be better than going absolutely crazy with desire.
Along with his assent came a return of those butterflies in my stomach. Was I really going to do this today? Was I about to lose my virginity?
To prepare, and calm my nerves, I started with a shower, taking my time and washing every inch of my body with my nicest soap and a soft loofah. A delicate jasmine aroma hung in the air as I bathed, paying particular attention to my breasts, soaping and rinsing them repeatedly, in the hopes that they would be as soft and silky as possible, because I was pretty sure that today would be the first time that they would be seen by someone other than me... and, I'll admit it, the desire had built up within me to a steady ache, and the soft touch of the loofah on my breasts and nipples felt incredible. I shivered as I imagined Mr. Hill’s strong fingers tracing the path that my fingers were taking.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to linger in the shower all day and think about what could happen later. I only had an hour to prepare for our meeting, I needed to get out and get dressed and ready to see my neighbor again.
I turned off the shower and stepped out, taking my old towel and rubbing myself dry before walking down the hallway into my bedroom.
As I opened my underwear drawer, I hesitated. Normally I wore sensible white cotton panties and a beige bra without a hint of lace or decoration, but if things went well I didn’t want him to think that I was a boring little girl. I wanted him to think that I was a woman. Underneath the rest of my underwear, I dug through and pulled out a little bright red lace thong that an ex-boyfriend had bought me. I had refused to wear it then, it was a totally inappropriate gift and I broke up with him, but for some reason I hadn’t thrown it away. Now I was glad that I had kept it - something about this sexy older man made me feel bold and exciting, just right for wearing a thong like that. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any bras that were anything but dull - little white numbers. At a 34DD, I didn't usually wear anything like a push-up bra, but perhaps I should have bought something with a little lace.
After my efficiency with my panties and bra, it took me twenty minutes just to decide what to wear. I couldn’t put on anything that would call attention to me when I walked down the street, but I didn’t want to wear anything boring or unflattering, either. I ended up wearing a khaki miniskirt that was a few inches shorter than most of my school skirts, although not as short as my cheerleading uniform, and a white t-shirt of my little sister's that was a little too low-cut for me and stood out spectacularly against my dark skin.
To make it a little less suspicious in case another neighbor was watching, I wore my summer-weight cheerleading jacket. Our school's colors were red and white (I'm sure that that was one reason my ex bought me that thong), so it set off my black hair and I thought I looked pretty good.
There!
My bra and panties might not match, but at least I had some sort of consistency in my outfit.
Once I was dressed, I gathered my keys and wallet. Just before I walked out the door, I hesitated. Turning back to my bedroom, I grabbed a little cotton sundress out of the closet and stuffed it into an old brown leather purse, along with some fresh underwear and a toothbrush - perhaps I'd end up staying the night at his house.
After making short work of the run to his house, I rang the doorbell, shifting my weight from foot to foot out and biting my lip. It had been a long time since I had been anything near this nervous.
My neighbor opened the door. He was wearing a white oxford shirt and a pair of designer jeans. My pulse quickened as I stared at how the shirt pulled over his muscular chest and the
I wasn't sure what sort of punishment he had in mind, but I was certain that any punishment would be better than going absolutely crazy with desire.
Along with his assent came a return of those butterflies in my stomach. Was I really going to do this today? Was I about to lose my virginity?
To prepare, and calm my nerves, I started with a shower, taking my time and washing every inch of my body with my nicest soap and a soft loofah. A delicate jasmine aroma hung in the air as I bathed, paying particular attention to my breasts, soaping and rinsing them repeatedly, in the hopes that they would be as soft and silky as possible, because I was pretty sure that today would be the first time that they would be seen by someone other than me... and, I'll admit it, the desire had built up within me to a steady ache, and the soft touch of the loofah on my breasts and nipples felt incredible. I shivered as I imagined Mr. Hill’s strong fingers tracing the path that my fingers were taking.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to linger in the shower all day and think about what could happen later. I only had an hour to prepare for our meeting, I needed to get out and get dressed and ready to see my neighbor again.
I turned off the shower and stepped out, taking my old towel and rubbing myself dry before walking down the hallway into my bedroom.
As I opened my underwear drawer, I hesitated. Normally I wore sensible white cotton panties and a beige bra without a hint of lace or decoration, but if things went well I didn’t want him to think that I was a boring little girl. I wanted him to think that I was a woman. Underneath the rest of my underwear, I dug through and pulled out a little bright red lace thong that an ex-boyfriend had bought me. I had refused to wear it then, it was a totally inappropriate gift and I broke up with him, but for some reason I hadn’t thrown it away. Now I was glad that I had kept it - something about this sexy older man made me feel bold and exciting, just right for wearing a thong like that. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any bras that were anything but dull - little white numbers. At a 34DD, I didn't usually wear anything like a push-up bra, but perhaps I should have bought something with a little lace.
After my efficiency with my panties and bra, it took me twenty minutes just to decide what to wear. I couldn’t put on anything that would call attention to me when I walked down the street, but I didn’t want to wear anything boring or unflattering, either. I ended up wearing a khaki miniskirt that was a few inches shorter than most of my school skirts, although not as short as my cheerleading uniform, and a white t-shirt of my little sister's that was a little too low-cut for me and stood out spectacularly against my dark skin.
To make it a little less suspicious in case another neighbor was watching, I wore my summer-weight cheerleading jacket. Our school's colors were red and white (I'm sure that that was one reason my ex bought me that thong), so it set off my black hair and I thought I looked pretty good.
There!
My bra and panties might not match, but at least I had some sort of consistency in my outfit.
Once I was dressed, I gathered my keys and wallet. Just before I walked out the door, I hesitated. Turning back to my bedroom, I grabbed a little cotton sundress out of the closet and stuffed it into an old brown leather purse, along with some fresh underwear and a toothbrush - perhaps I'd end up staying the night at his house.
After making short work of the run to his house, I rang the doorbell, shifting my weight from foot to foot out and biting my lip. It had been a long time since I had been anything near this nervous.
My neighbor opened the door. He was wearing a white oxford shirt and a pair of designer jeans. My pulse quickened as I stared at how the shirt pulled over his muscular chest and the
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