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Binti
8年前
#Story#Today was a long and stressful day and I just couldn’t wait to get home to unwind. The entire drive home all I kept thinking about was what I am going to dress into when I got home. I guess it was typical thoughts a girl makes like what skirt to wear, with what top and which shoes. I really love the look of short denim skirts. I also love the way they feel on my legs with stockings. Plus, with the mary jane shoes. Maybe add the knee-high white socks. I was getting so overwhelmed with these thoughts running through my head that I started feeling a tightness in my panties. I quickly went upstairs when I got home and put the TV on for background noise before I headed into the bedroom. Since my last experience with Brooke, I put most of my clothes into my dresser rather than keeping them in cardboard boxes in the closet. I pulled out the skirt I was thinking of and the socks with some pantyhose. I liked to wear pantyhose because they really made my legs feel smooth and sexy. Plus they concealed my hairy legs (yuk) a bit! I slipped into a red satin panties and a matching bra, then a white top and finished it with my mary jane shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking how cute and sexy this looked. I would totally hit on someone who looked like this. I went back into the other room and tried to find something rather brain numbing to watch on tv. After sitting on the couch for about 10 mins, there was a knock on the door. I jumped up out of shock and quickly had many thought ...
going through my mind. I couldn’t have been Brooke since she would usually call or text before coming up, plus I didn’t hear anyone come up the stairs. I might be Derek who lives across the hall. Crap! I can’t go to the door like this. Maybe if I am really quiet, he will go away. Right, as it he didn’t hear the TV. They knocked again. My heart was racing. Ok, I will check and just “hide” behind the door. If it is someone other than Brooke I will just tell them to hold on for a sec. I slowly unlocked the door and cracked it open, making sure I was shielded and I kept my foot to block the door from opening more. To my surprise, it was Brooke. She gave me that look like, “Are you gonna let me in???” I opened the door all the way and locked it after she came in. I gave her a quick kiss and a hug which she reciprocated with her knee pressing on my crotch. I told her that I though she was Derek and I was hesitant about opening the door. She replied, “Good thing it wasn’t, he would totally pound that ass of yours.” She stepped back and said, “Let me get a look at you.” I stepped back and did a quick twirl so she can see. She sat on the couch and asked, “Whatcha doing? Besides being a girl.” I told her I was just trying to relax and asked if she wanted a beer. I walked into the kitchen and looked back when she replied and noticed she was staring at me as I walked. She saw me look and said, “I just like the way your skirt sways when you walk.” I was flattered and I came back handing her the bottle. I sat next to her and folded my leg under me as I sat. No sooner did I sit down than she was asking me why I picked this outfit. I told her I wanted something comfy and cute like the girl-next-door look. She said, “Oh, like me?” I replied back, “Absolutely! You always look cute.” She did always look cute. Today she was wearing light blue jeans and a solid beige V-neck top. I loved the clothes she has. Secretly I wished that we could share clothes. I would love to wear what she wears and I would also love to see her wearing my clothes. That would probably be the ultimate turn on. We sat there talking for a bit and her eyes kept checking me out. I would see her glance down at my tits or my skirt, it was a huge turn on. Truthfully, this wasn’t helping me relax at all. I was nervous in wondering what she was thinking. But once again, if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t be here. She put a hand on my thigh and pushed herself up off the couch, turned towards me and asked if I needed another beer. I said sure and handed her my bottle. This time it was my turn to watch her walk into the kitchen. I loved the way girl’s jeans made their ass look so perfect. As she rounded the corner I heard her ask, “Are you staring at my ass?” There was no denying it, “What if I was?” I replied. “You wish yours looked this good”, she said handing me the bottle. I did like her ass, especially the way it looked in jeans. It was like the fabric separated her into two perfectly round ...
spheres. I have a couple pairs of girl’s jeans but I could never look that good. Maybe I need some of those “padded” panties to round things out a bit. She stood in front of me leaning over with her long blonde hair falling over her face and into mine. I had a perfect view down her shirt to see her gorgeous breasts. She had on a cute beige bra with lace trim. I loved how soft they looked and how her bra made them squeeze together ever so slightly. Glancing up, I saw Brooke looking down my shirt as well. I wish I had real titties for her to see. Her smell was incredible, the soft perfume, or maybe scented lotion masking her scent she was putting off. She put one knee on the couch to the side of my thigh and sort of sat on my knee. She put her hand on my shoulder and her fingers were feeling the back of my neck along my collar. She pulled the shirt aside exposing my bra strap. I guess she was checking out which one I was wearing. I felt her fingers slide down the strap inside my shirt to the top of my “breast”. She was feeling the top of my bra against my tit. Brooke’s other hand was on my leg below the hem of my skirt softly caressing my thigh. My hand reached up to her side, feeling her soft skin through her top. Brooke’s hand slid up my thigh under my skirt. I was getting real anxious and turned on. Her hand found the front of my panties with her fingers tracing the outline of my now swollen clitty. Brooke continued rubbing my panties and she started grinding her pussy on my leg. I moved my hand up to cup her breast giving it a firm squeeze and pinching her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, rolling it ever so slightly. Not much was said during this time. Maybe a simple, “Uh-huh” if anything. Her breathing was getting heavy and her grinding was more pronounced. My other hand was on her thigh and I started to slide it up under her shirt. I slowly worked it up to her other breast. Just as soon as I felt her bra and squeezed her tit, Brooke immediately stopped and grabbed my wrist and told me to stop. I gave her this look as if I did something wrong. Brooke stood up in front of me and held her hand out saying, “C’mon, Lets go in the bedroom.” More t
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