Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Hey Babe,
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. You’ve been away far too long. I’m really excited you’re coming home!
In fact, on that subject I, um… need to tell you a little story. It’s about something that happened the other day. You’re gonna like where this goes, but you need the whole story, ok? Hear me out.
So I took the bus to that big shopping mall near Mum’s. You know the one? I wanted a couple of new cardigans and the city stores are so pricey. I met Mum there and we poked around the shops for a while on Saturday morning. Oh, and she said can you buy her some more of that wine you get for her? She’s almost out.
But I’m off-topic. What I’m saying is, you know where the bus stop is near us, just across the five-ways near the park? Well, when I came home from the shops, I got off the bus and I was coming to the pedestrian overpass, and the most crazy thing happened. You won’t even believe it.
So, right in front of me, like maybe twenty paces ahead, there was this young woman. Really pretty. I noticed her straight away because she was wearing a really super-short dress. I mean I noticed because it seemed too short, you know? I don’t even think it was supposed to be a dress. It was one of those tops you wear with jeans. You know my purple top with the high waist? (What am I talking about, you probably never noticed!) Anyway, it drew my attention because it was so short. So short.
The girl was following behind the most extraordinary older woman. She was like Mary Poppins or something. I mean, you just wouldn’t believe it. That’s the only way I can think to describe her. So there’s Mary Poppins in her full outfit, and this pretty young girl in a really short cotton top that’s barely covering her. They were going over the same overpass, balıkesir escort but they were in front by, like, what did I say? 20 paces or whatever.
So you know how the stairs are pretty steep? Well by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, the pair of them were at least half way up. And I just looked up, ok? Like I mean, there’s nothing in it, it’s natural, ok? I found myself looking up as I started up the stairs. The point is, OMG, this girl literally had nothing on under that top! Like, nothing.
Don’t think I was perving, ok? You can’t go up stairs without looking up, and this girl’s outfit did not cover literally anything from that angle. I wasn’t checking her out, I just looked up!
Whatever. I know you’ll tease me about it, but I’m not some creepy weirdo, so I’m just getting that in there, you big bully.
Anyway, I looked away, but there were several guys walking along near me, some of whom had got off my bus. They weren’t looking away, I can tell you that. This poor woman was being ogled openly, and the men were really enjoying themselves, not that I can blame them, of course. She was amazing. For my part, I just looked at my feet.
Then, a truck hit the horn, and I jumped. I’m guessing it was for her benefit, because all the motorists would have had a right royal view up her dress, and from that angle it was like she was wearing nothing at all. So when I heard the horn, instinctively I looked up to see what she was doing. Again, before you start stirring me, I wasn’t trying to catch a gawk, ok? That’s what you would do, and don’t deny it, but I wasn’t interested, ok? But I looked up. Again, it was pretty much involuntary, from that bloody truck horn!
Oh, but you’ll never guess. I almost died. She chose that moment bartın escort to turn around and look straight at me. It was just at the moment I was staring right up her dress, and she would have probably thought I was checking her out! Not to mention all the guys who were also staring at her.
So anyway, what I’m saying is, and here’s the point: She just put a hand sort of behind her as if it would help shield her, but she would have known it didn’t. She just skipped forwards a bit to Mary Poppins and continued on her way, but I’m sure I caught a cheeky little smile as she turned away.
And that’s the thing: She was so bright and happy, and so brave! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. God only knows what she was doing up there. I imagine it was some sort of dare, but I had to ask myself if I would be brave enough to do anything remotely like it. I always thought in a situation like that I would just die from embarrassment, but seeing her made me really think.
And that reminded me of something you once said. You sort of threw out there that it would be hot if I went without panties one time, and I was mortified. You backed off and never mentioned it again, but seeing this girl brought that back to my mind. I started wondering if I would. If I could…
Well, with you away, and nothing to relieve the little head of steam that was building in me over this, I sort of worked myself up and dared myself. Is that crazy? Now that I’m saying it to you it sounds way more risky than it did in my head. OMG, I’m such a slutty little flirt (You can quote me on that…)
So here’s what I’m going to do (writing it down and sending it to you just seals this for me so I can’t back out): When you fly in, I’ll be at the usual spot where batman escort you come out from passport control. I’ll have that white summer dress you like with the floral print, but… I won’t be wearing anything underneath.
Oh, man. Just writing it out is making me excited. I’m going to be there in the crowd with just one piece of fabric on me. And when I greet you, I’m going to put my arms around your neck and give you a big kiss. I’ve been checking in the mirror, and I can confirm that when I put my arms up like that, since you’re so much taller, the dress gets real short, but it’s not showing anything. So you’re getting a big kiss, and from that moment on, I’m at your mercy. I mean, if you do any teasing, flipping up my dress or anything, you’re going to be flashing me at people, ok? So just remember that!
I’ve spent yesterday afternoon and this morning getting everything waxed. And I mean everything. Like, from the neck down! I don’t know how much is going to be seen, but if people even have a remote chance of getting a peek, I need it to be presentable. It’s been a long time since I’ve gone…, you know…, “to Rio”, and I’d forgotten how sensitive it makes me. It’s driving me crazy. I need you more than you know.
I also can’t wait for the train ride back to town from the airport. Who knows what you’ll make me do as we ride along? Then the bus, and then that same five-ways overpass! My dress is a lot longer than that poor young girl’s semi-dress was, but even so, on that overpass? On those stairs? It could get dicey!
I just hope I’m as brave as that young woman. She has really inspired me. I haven’t stopped thinking about this for days. One more sleep until I can put my plan into action!
Just so you know, I’ve unpacked that restraint set and the riding crop. It’s been a long time since we’ve used it, but I have a feeling you’re going to need to give me a lot of discipline over this, probably over several sessions. I’m feeling super naughty.
xoxo,
Shynalee
PS. I hope you had a nice trip.
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