Even though Brenda had composed herself, she was still quite damp between her legs, and the squishy feeling would not go away. She grabbed the camera and captured her image once more in the full length mirror. The light sparkled and flashed over her entire body as she turned and modeled for the camera. She was truly radiating.
Brenda focused on the remaining packages on the bed. She searched out and found the one marked with a four. Carefully opening the slim box, she was surprised to see a designer panty and bra set, she had seen before in a mail order catalog. There was a small note that said, “Put it on; model it; then follow the note underneath.”
Brenda first pulled the skimpy panties from the box. As Brenda held them up for inspection, her eyes widened at the realization of how the panties were designed. The thin black elastic band was adorned with glittering rosettes all the way around. The spaghetti thin, black cord in the back was to be nestled between the mounds of her ass. The remainder differed from a regular thong; the small triangular patch had a diamond-shaped opening, resulting in a “crotchless thong.” Brenda’s horror continued when she noticed that the under-wired black lace support bra was only a half bra, not designed to cover her long, hard nipples.
Brenda gathered the courage needed to put on the undergarments as requested. She stepped into the panties, wedging the black cord uncomfortably into place. She rarely wore thongs, because she hated the notion of her asshole having, practically no cover. She also hated having to “adjust” the front all the time. Despite her hang-ups, Brenda “adjusted” the front as she pulled the waistband up over her hips. Within a split second, Brenda’s thick, puffy pussy lips ballooned out through the diamond opening. She could feel the wetness drip along its length as drops of dew followed gravity.
The bra went on with relative ease, as Brenda maneuvered it into position. She attempted to tuck her taut nipples beneath the lace brim, to no avail. The resulting effect was teasing her nipples more so than she had intended. The lace edging scratched the sensitive skin, keeping them at their heightened state. Her own fidgeting and fussing, kept her attention on her sensitive nipples. Brenda began to realize the effect the designer wanted to create, was working on her.
She returned to the mirror, and modeled her outfit for the camera once more. Returning to the box, she searched for the remaining instructions. Not finding any, she panicked before finding them written on the bottom of the box. “Fetch another bottle of wine.”
Brenda, with camera in hand, traipsed back down the steps, through the empty house and into their personal wine vault, acutely aware of her practical nakedness. She knew nobody would catch her, but the remote possibility made her skin crawl. She also became very aware of how her jutting nipples scraped across the top of the coarse lace as she walked. Her protruding pussy lips also created plenty of friction to distract her train of thought. Despite the flood of sensations filling her brain, Brenda managed to grab another slim bottle and return to the bedroom for the next box.
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