Apparently Ashley had noticed it too, because she said "Well, well, are we going to see an entirely new side of you, Lin, now you don't have to go home early? Or are you drinking yourself some courage, because you'll have to share the bed with a man tonight?" Peter began to pull down her tights but it proved impossible to stop her panties coming down with them, unless he were to fumble around separating them.

That's a first, isn't it?" David said, "What time do you have to be home tonight?" he added, teasingly. Lin usually left at around half past ten when they hung out, as she had to be home by eleven, even during weekends. If she was late, Mei texted her mother and she could expect a stern phone call the next day. Usually at 6 a.m., to make sure she went to bed on time from then on.Another interest we both had, was the love of tying up girls. Since my teens I had had very few, if even any experiences of bondage. I couldn’t find anyone who shared my interest, mainly because I never dared to ask. John lived a very active sexual life. He changed girlfriends very often, and many were the girls coming and going in his apartment, and to his parties. With his mother away so often, and with neighbours that didn’t mind, parties at Joe’s were very regular. She's like a sister to me. Sure, she's a woman, she has a different body, but it's still, you know, Maggie. Fun, slightly dorky, completely asexual Maggie." Now however, and in full sight of Peter, her speech and actions indicated she might be going along with the fantasy. I could hardly fail to notice the outline of her nipples beginning to harden - despite the 'bra, shirt and thin jumper which covered them; and notwithstanding her protestations, it was obvious she was becoming very excited. David noticed a sparkle in her eye he had never seen before. Because of judging parents, or more recently her cousin, Lin rarely drank much. Maybe she had decided to take advantage of her total-freedom-for-one-night and cut loose completely, for the first time in her life.

Well, now my excitement was rising at the idea, largely because I could feel relaxed in knowing from experience that Peter was totally trustworthy. I had developed a close friendship with him, despite the employer/employee relationship at work, so he was unlikely to do more than thoroughly enjoy the one opportunity of his boss letting him see his boss's wife naked. He certainly wouldn't take advantage of the situation by following it up later un-invited; and nor would he speak about it to anyone else. Anne sighed and jokingly fanned herself with one hand. I noticed that a wet spot had appeared in the crotch of her panties. We played another hand; I won, and Anne lost again. I glanced at Dave and announced, "I think I'll keep this honor for myself."Well, so would Stephanie," David said. "She had some pretty wild days before Michael made an honest woman out of her." Nice choice, I thought to myself, great minds think alike! Marisa couldn't have looked more pleased with Dave's suggestion. She knelt beside Anne, carefully reaching around behind her to unfasten her bra, then pulled the straps off Anne's shoulders and peeled the cups away to reveal the most fantastic set of jugs I've ever seen! They were huge, firm round globes, with big pencil-eraser nipples jutting out from dark pink aureolas. Ashley entered the apartment five minutes later, wearing a stunning, figure-hugging blue dress and holding a bottle of vodka. David simply couldn't take his eyes off her. Her slender legs seemed even longer because of the high heels she was wearing. Her ass was well-shaped, and the dress was so tight that David wondered if she was wearing any underwear at all, because he couldn't see any lines marking the shape of panties. He mused she must be wearing one hell of a bra, because her breasts were impossibly perky for their size, and they were pushed together to form some of the most mind-boggling cleavage he had ever seen, even on Ashley. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community