I took her to the box in my closet that I used as my ‘underwear drawer’ and she got it out and put it on the bed. She began going through all my ‘pretties’, as she called them, scattering them all over bed. I’ll never forget it; it really took me by surprise. The dress she was wearing didn’t even attempt to conceal her little panties and the edges of her pussy poking out the sides. She was so smooth I wondered if she shaved or just didn’t have any hair down there. As she wiggled around on the bed I was surprised at how turned on I was getting just watching her. She finally held up a red lace v-string and told me to put them on, which I did without question this time. This particular pair fit me nicely and always made me feel sexy. The crotch was just wide enough to cover me but I had to be careful, because of the rather loose fit, that they stayed put. I remember being both nervous and excited at the same time. Then she pulled out my short black lace chemise and handed it to me to put on. It hangs to about the bottom of my rib cage off of my breasts and the speggetti straps just barely keep the lace trim above my aerolas. As I was slipping it over my head I noticed Suzie developing a wet spot in her panties which, to my own surprise, really excited me. I guess I had never realized I could get so turned on by another woman. She smiled as she looked me over real slow, her eyes resting a long moment on my erect nipples clearly trying to come through my scanty chemise. I have to admit that I was getting really nervous about what might be next.
She gave me a pair of sweats and a T-shirt to wear over my ‘pretties’. It was funny to me how she kept using that expression. I slipped on my tennis shoes and she led me to her car.
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