Leila´s Picnic Weekend - Sexgeschichten

Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... gorgeous naked breasts.

Leila quickly grabbed the jacket from the back of her chair, and slipped into it. Since it was designed as a jacket, not a dress, it did not cover her as well as she would have wished, but it did hide all the naughty bits -- barely. "Barely is the perfect word," she thought as she looked down at herself. The jacket had only two buttons, one about half-way between her breasts and her bellybutton, the other midway between her bellybutton and the top of her vaginal slit. This meant that the inner sides of her breasts were fully exposed by the low cleavage, almost to her nipples, her nipples which were poking hard into the jacket, the unlined cloth teasing those most sensitive tips. Also, the jacket barely reached the bottom of her bottom, just touching the very top of the holdup stockings. If she stood still, she would be covered, but if she walked the jacket would pull apart at the front, letting her sparse pussy hair to flash out through the opening. Just as bad, there was a long rear vent, reaching almost to her waist. If she bent over, even a little, not only would she be showing her bare legs above the white stockings, but the jacket could fall open, showing her ass through the crack in the cloth -- showing her crack through the crack; she started to giggle hysterically.

She sat down on the receptionist's chair. The strips of cloth felt strange to her skin as she sat on that rough fringe, so she stood up, pulled the fringe and jacket up and sat ...

... back down, her bare bottom on the chair. The rough cloth of the chair teased and tickled her sensitive skin, arousing her yet again. She kept her legs tight together, as the jacket was falling on either side of her legs, her flowing cunt hidden from view only by the shadow between her legs.

She had answered a couple of quick questions for clients who had stepped in and was relaxing for a moment when she saw Josie step out into the lobby. Josie was this year's summer student, and looked like the stereotypical B-movie starlet. She was about five foot seven inches tall, with larger breasts that Leila's, probably a 36D, with very womanly hips as well. She had long, tousled blonde hair, and her sweet starlet's face looked even younger than her nineteen years. When Leila had first met Josie, she had been sure that she would be a bubble-brained floozy who would survive by flirting with the bosses, sleeping her way to the top. Leila blushed at the memory of that very unfair thought. Josie was actually quite as smart as she was, and was a hard worker. They had spent several evenings together, working overtime, and Leila had become very fond of Josie. She was very shy, as shy as Leila ("As I used to be," Leila thought blushing at the memories of her public exhibitions), but had trouble being taken seriously.

"I'm sorry, Leila," she murmured, "I should have stopped them." Tears welled up in her gentle blue eyes.

"Don't be foolish, Josie. What could you have done? It isn't that ...