Dancing - Sexgeschichten

Dancing

... his request.

Sure a football pool will work if you have to to you know Jack finished tying the other shoe.

I dont have to do any of this. Its your request and you remember that! And just to my bra and panties. Sandy mused aloud.

No. Drop the bra too but thats it unless Jack faded in thought, fear, and embarrassment.

No, just to my bra and panties. She said insistently. And YOU wont get anything till after the game whats that three weeks? So, suck it up buster!

Sandy was twenty-eight, married four years with one small child. She was pretty though not the typical model, more like the girl next door, the one YOU know. She was not a petite size 4 nor had she ever been. Sandy had kept herself in reasonably good physical condition for a stay at home mother. Her hips were broad, but not fat. Her shoulders were stout, but not hefty. Her breasts, well her breasts were something special, large, round, and firm; not the mushy soft globs that many large breasted women have, but firm and tight like an over filled water balloon and natural. Sandys nipples were as big as a mans ring finger, hard when aroused standing almost three quarters of an inch tall. Her areolas were dark, pronounced adding wonderful definition by contrast to her nearly perfectly shaped breasts.

She had learned pubic grooming early, before marriage. Sandy kept her mound neatly trimmed for her and Jack. It was like shaving her underarms or styling and cutting her hair. It was simply part of grooming ...

... herself.

Her complexion was dark. She tanned so very nicely. In the light her hair shimmered in gorgeous auburn tones. Sandys eyes were like wonder pools of dark chocolate. They could flash or glitter in an instant.

Sandy swayed about the washing machine. Though it felt a bit different now for she was lost in imagination, pondering up coming events. She strode to the bedroom mirror and stripped to her bra and panties.

No. This just looks like underwear. I may have to do this but Im not gonna look like I just pealed off to get into the shower. Im going to get something better... much better. Sandy dressed going about her day.

At 2 PM Sandy loaded J.J. into the car seat and set off to the store. She began at Victorias Secrets. There she did find a bra she liked. It was pink, cut low clasping at the front. The fabric was shiny with a baroque lace pattern. Though she felt completely endowed, ample in the chest, she did notice the accents of the pushup. She appeared much fuller and by adjusting their location she could change the visual effect. Cool. She decided that with this she was not going to lose her bra at the game.

But the panties nothing They all seemed to fit too well, loose. Finally she found something in pink at Wal-Mart. It was a high French cut panties with lycra like stretch fitting. It felt like a second snug skin and though the baroque lace was not an exact match to the bra it was very close.

The Blue Boutique had a silly little French Maid outfit ...