Leila´s Picnic Weekend - Sexgeschichten

Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... She was know kneeling with her feet together, her knees a foot and a half apart, her body and thighs ramrod straight, the damp crotch of her panties peeking between the fringe. Brad pulled one of the fringes out horizontal, and cut it off at the waistband. Skipping the next one, he pulled out the third, and cut it off. He worked his way around the embarrassed girl, removing every second strip, leaving a very sparse fringe that exposed as much as it covered. "Perfect!" murmured Brad.

"Nearly perfect, but not quite," replied Mrs. Renwicke.

Perversely, Leila found herself hotter than ever. Her panties were as wet as they had ever been. Mrs. Renwicke slipped the scissors under the panties on the right side and a single snip sliced them from leg-hole to waist. Seconds later, the left side was also cut apart. The back of the panties fell away from her buns, leaving her backside almost totally exposed to the entire room. A burst of applause turned her entire body red. Only the wet translucent cotton glued to her vagina by her own wetness shielded that part of her from the audience's eyes. Mrs Renwicke reached between her legs, grabbed the end of the cotton hanging there, and, with a quick jerk pulled the remains of the panties away from Leila's body. She realized that her leaking vagina was visible under what fringe was left, and that her position was causing it to gape wide for the audience.

"Dance, whore!" snarled the old battleaxe. Leila got to her feet on the table ...

... and started to gyrate to the music again. The fringe flew up, exposing her cunt and butt completely to the office staff.

A couple of minutes later, she heard old Renwicke say, "Enough. It's time to get back to work now."As Leila climbed down from the table, she saw Josie prepare a coffee for her. Josie handed her mug filled with steaming coffee to her, and smiled shyly. Leila returned the smile as she took the coffee, and started back to her desk.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 6

As she was carrying a very full coffee mug, Leila was too involved in not spilling it to even try to cover up with the other hand. She walked down the hallway, through the open plan office and back to the receptionist's desk in the lobby. Only after she had put the coffee on the desk did she hear a low whistle. She looked up to see a guy in a UPS uniform standing just a couple of feet from her, holding an electronic clipboard so that she could sign for the large envelope he had already placed on the desk.

"That's quite the outfit, darling!" the UPS guy exclaimed as she scribbled her name on the little window.

Leila blushed, but decided to try and brazen it out. "Haven't you ever heard of casual Friday's?"

"Yes, but today's only Wednesday, and that outfit is way beyond casual. If you dress like that normally, I hope I have to make a delivery on Friday." Leila forced a light chuckle and the delivery man walked out the door, glancing back almost every step to get another sight of her ...