I was sitting in a coffee house drinking my coffee, when the waitress came over and asked me if I wanted anything before she left. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled in return and said, “I mean, would you like to have another cup of coffee?” I slowly shook my head, with my smile ever widening. I told her, “Nah, that’s ok, I have to be leaving anyway, I have to get home and study some more. I have a big test tomorrow in class. I’ve had a lot of coffee and I’m getting tired. Thanks anyway.”

I looked at her and I asked, “Would you like a ride home? My car is parked just outside.” She looked at me and smiled. She said, “Sure, just let me get my coat, my tips, and clock out. I’ll be right with you.” She walked away, quickly and I gathered up my books and put them in my leather briefcase. I walked to the cash register and paid for the coffee that I drank and walked to the door and sat down. After she was done, she walked out the door with me and stood on the other side of my car. I opened the door for her and she got inside then I closed her door.

I went to the driver’s side of the car and opened up the door and put my briefcase on the rear car floor. I closed the door and got in behind the wheel. I closed the door and put the key into the ignition, and we took off. As we were driving, I asked her, “Ok, Kathy, where do you live at?” “I live at 55 West St.” “Ok” I replied. After I had turned onto her street, I could see her nipples hardening as we got closer to her home.

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My son got married recently to a gal with a little bit of a reputation. She had 5 or 6 boy friends in one year, according to my daughter. But she seems to be a nice girl, pays lot’s of attention to him and he really loves her.

Now here is the problem, she likes to wear real tight clothes. She doesn’t have a great body, pretty flat- chested and kind of a big butt. The thing is that butt looks real good in the clothes she puts it in. She likes to wear a pair of designer jeans so tight that, well she obviously isn’t wearing any panties, I can’t keep my eyes off of her. And when she turns around you can see the split of her pussy, you know, the Camel Toes.

A while back we are sitting around the patio outside and I get up and walk behind her. I look down and she is bending over so I could see down the back of her pants and I see she is wearing a blue thong with lace, I had to go to the bathroom and relieve myself.

From the bathroom window I could look out the and see her sitting right there. While I was jerking off my son slips his hand down her pants a grabs a hand full of cheek while I squirt jism all over the shower stall. I wish I had thought to get a picture of that, the thong, not the jism.

A few weeks ago they came over and she is wear a pair of tight slacks that just put that ass right there and didn’t leave much to the imagination. I just couldn’t contain myself. When the time was just right I acted like I had to hurry and squeezed between her and the counter and rubbed the back of my hand right across both cheeks, it felt wonderful, nice and full and very soft. But the shocking thing was she didn’t even flinch, just stayed right there and didn’t pull away.

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Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of “Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties.

The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore a smile indicating she was the mastermind of the affair. Stacey strictly instructed to her friends and co-workers that she didn’t want a big to-do party. She liked the sentiment, but knew her friends too well. They would get her drunk, and embarrass her beyond belief. She wasn’t sure exactly what they would do, but she suspected some of the gifts awaiting her in a nice little pile would be a little “too mature” for her innocent nature. With the wedding this upcoming weekend, she thought her wishes had been honored.

Megan guided her into the family room. She had indeed planned the entire affair, despite her Stacey’s wishes. Surely no harm could come from it! All they need was a couple of hours to spend their fun. Then, Stacey would be off to dinner with her fiancee, John, and they would all laugh about it at the wedding. Only three days until the major event. Megan knew she could never let her conservative, shy friend tie the knot without a shocking send off. Of course, all the other girls agreed. They looked forward to this day more so than the actual wedding itself.

Stacey sat next to the pile of presents. She would co- operate, though hesitantly. She began to open her presents and sip from a drink. The first item was a pair of red silk panties. She felt her face must have matched the color as she tore the tissue paper away from them.

“How do you like them?” Megan asked with a smirk.

“They’re very nice…” Stacey closed the box and set it beside her. She would wear them, in fact, she already wore similar pairs for John. But she was uncomfortable with her sexuality on display for her friends. Her embarrassment grew as she continued to open packages. As she opened bras, panties, and nighties, she grew more and more mortified as shouts of “That will get him hard.” and “He’s going to fuck you so good.” cascaded from her peers mouths.

But she knew they were right. John loved her in lingerie, and she had to admit she could be quite striking in a skimpy, silky outfit. She was a petite woman, extraordinarily thin and delicate. Her breasts were shapely and firm, and seemed large in comparison to her small frame. John had insisted in her wearing lingerie shortly after they began having sex, and she was content to titillate his desires in privacy. But showing off her body or the garments she barely covered it with was never her style. She spoke little of her and John’s sex life, and never inquired about others’.

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