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“All good things come to those who wait, baby.”Silence as she gazed at him. Lucy sat on the bed next to him and stroked his hair. I bet you haven’t even tried a vibrator yet.”She patted him like a child. I am soooo going to fuck you, baby.” Then she stood up.“You’re wearing a bra, Daniel. When he started seeing Lucy, it was more admiration than love. A petite girl - flowing dark hair, pretty hourglass figure with pert round boobs, a slim flat tummy, and gorgeously curved hips and bum. ” she said, after they’d had a couple of drinks together. You want to see what I look like in my bra and knickers don’t you? When they’d walked into the bar, he’d walked behind her, admiring the easy sway of her hips, and noticing a tiny peak of silky knickers poking above her casual shorts. The way she slipped a finger in under her shirt to pull her shoulder strap back into place.“Umm. He’d give anything to go back to her house, be invited into her bedroom, and spend a few hours taking her clothes off and - with a bit of luck - fucking every way they could think of until they fell asleep.“Let’s go, then,” she said. That was his first sign that he was getting aroused. But, again, everything had changed - he didn’t want to go there straight away.
He was shaking, he was so nervous and confused about what was going on. A thin waist, flaring out to wider hips and undoubtedly a pert round bum behind. This was, after all, a more than strange situation. He held both hands on his ass, arching his back slightly, pushing his breasts forward, and he lifted his ass cheeks. He could even see where the vagina split into two lips. He couldn’t possibly let her know that he had been in her underwear drawer. They felt great, and he loved thinking about her vaginal juices against his balls. It hung from his fingers, such a light garmet, so clever, so complicated. He fingered the knickers, careful not to put them out of their careful arrangement. The ones with her sweat, her juices and her sexy smell all over. They would be tight, but he should be able to get them onto his boringly straight man’s hips. And he felt a perfect, round, soft breast inside it.