Her shorts were riding up her hot ass. Her skin was medium brown and she had these amazing luscious lips. My dick started to dart in my shorts. Shit! ...he noticed.I got my keys and unpacked in my room. Jyothi followed me. She gave me a devilish grin. I didn’t know how to take it. “So what made you decide to volunteer?” she asked. “I had some time, and I’ve always wanted to volunteer and do some team-building.”“Bullshit” she uttered. “What?” I asked surprised. I then cut her off and informed her. But Mark gets something out of it too - like, when I get home froma shopping trip, he gets me to model everything I bought and we alwayshave great sex afterwards!How would I describe my style? Hmm ... it would be unmistakably feminine ...like a breath of fresh air in a world of conformity. Not structured atall. I do love fitted, tailored classique dresses and skirts withfeminine details like lace and pearls ... but I feel happiest in a flowy orfitted dress with pretty wedges or boots that can. This particular story took place when I was out with some friends of mine. We were chasing girls closer to my own age, but got a text saying it might be in my best interest to come visit a group of ladies a little closer to home. Now I am 24, and at the point in my life where my mind is better at getting into a woman's pants than my body. Anyways, that really holds no meaning when it comes to this story. So, as I was saying... My night began at a friend's bar that I frequent on the weekends to. The sight of them asimpeccably dressed as myself wasn't what I was expecting.They were wearing stylish outfits. He was in dress pants and shirt, shewas in a designer dress that I recognised and knew its cost. Wearing apair of orange cavalli leather pants and matching black floral top with3in leather ankle boots, I hid my surprise well as he embraced both ofthem, the introduced me to them.As she held onto me, she whispered into my ear, "now I know what thefuss is all about, you look amazing,".