He got a few undergarments already towear under his gown, but he wanted something very sexy now.He looked at the panties and bras. He decided he wante...d one of the thongsand then looked at the bras. He wanted something more like women woreunder a beautiful gown when their trying to be very sexy. Something like,that. A teddy with garter straps hanging down and he would probably needa waist clincher to give him a more feminine shape.He approached a store attendant and said, "I need help choosing. I wonder if I could keep working while I explain?" Oh, go ahead. What are you going to do?" That rock in the bathtub. I need to sand it." Sand it? What for?" Paint." Huh?" So the paint will stick better." Oh." There's one thing." Yes?" It's a bit messy." The sanding?" Yep. So normally, I just..." What?" Well, the dust gets everywhere, so I just sand the rocks naked." Naked?" Yeah." You work out here in the yard with nothing on?" Yeah. Listen, I shouldn't have said. I'll just do this one in my. But the image stayed at the fringe, taunting me, teasing. Luring. Do it. You know you want it, you slut. The song changed to something slower, slow enough to dance close. I slipped into Kurt's arms and pressed myself against him, my tits against his chest. I felt his arms go around my back and I felt at ease; accepted and comfortable. My fear abated but didn't disappear completely, just kind of shifted to a nervous anticipation. I was with Kurt. I pressed my pussy against him. Felt him press. However, that was all about to change in a very satisfying way for all of us. This guy always reminded me of that ruggedly handsome cowboy in all those old Marlboro cigarette commercial. No Sunday going to meeting suits for this guy. He always came to church in tight fitting jeans and Jean shirts. He dressed the part right down to the cowboy boots that he wore. The girl with him, I found out several days later that she was his fiancée, always wore the shortest mini-dresses that I had ever.