The guy towering over her was everything his profile picture had made him out to be. Short, dirty blonde hair flew in the breeze above the chiseled fe...atures of his well-tanned face. The red polo shirt he wore clung tightly to his chest and Emma thought that if he flexed hard enough, it would tear to shreds. He was smiling from ear to ear at her and checking her out from head to toe.“Mmmm, that dress is amazing! You look incredible!” he said as they shook hands. He opened the passenger side door. 2.).I stuttered a yes and then she shocked me again by asking did I wear them, I shyly nodded, this brought another smile to her face and she asked did they fit nice and did I like the look and feel of them as they were very sheer and silky, again all I could do was nod.She told me not to be so shy as we're friends and then she let me into a secret, she knew her husband used to like wearing her tights as they were never in the same place in her undies drawer where she put them and that one. As she d****d her arm over my shoulder, her hand brushed my breast, andalmost immediately my nipples stood to attention. I was sure she could feelmy rock hard nipple as her fingers traced a little circle through my topand bra, before cupping my breast in her hand.When I turned to look at her she leaned in to kiss me. Certainly not aplatonic kiss as her lips brushed mine. Pressing hard against mine beforeher tongue penetrated my mouth and our tongues danced together. I wasgetting extremely moist. . No. No, Sir. My behaviour is terrible and I should be punished.' 'Good girl,' he said, 'Now put your hands on the wall... lower down... no, lower. That's it.' He was quiet again. She could feel his eyes on her exposed pussy and arsehole. She shivered as she realised that it wasn't just water soaking the inside of her thighs. Something trailed up her back and slid off her shoulder. She turned her head and saw him standing next to her. His toned, athletic body without a stitch of clothing on.