I was wearing a sundress with no bra or panties since it was Friday, and therefore a casual attire day. It was also very warm outside, so my outfit se...emed perfect. I had finished everything I needed to get done before the weekend started, after several hours of real work, and I now had nothing to do for the rest of the day!My pussy had become very wet while I was working because I was excited for my slutty afternoon plans. Now it was time to act. I grabbed my backpack, with the dildo still. It was a blueprint. Ready to be copied into the mind ofothers. It was small for a fetish. In its infancy. Complex yet simple.She could see the main parts that formed it: attraction to the panties ofwomen and the excitement of having something hidden.The second part was what made it exceptional. Cross-dressing was knownwell enough. Most of all the Bernard family called it their own. Buttheirs was different. Their fetish was open, over the top and flamboyant.Hers was the opposite. Hidden and well. You were touching me intimately to help me with something, so it’s understandable I would become somewhat aroused. I’m just not ready to think about the fact I might enjoy doing more.”“I understand, and I promise you won’t have any pressure here. I’m not the only one who finds you attractive, but none of us would act on it unless you asked,” I explained. “Of course, if you ever do decide you want to explore that side of things, you have several eager partners. Knowing that, do you still feel. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Action: Hormonally charged fourteen and.