I could feel the stockings rubbing against my jeans as I walked, the basque brushing against my shirt, and the sensation arousing me, making me feel s...per naughty.When I reached the office, I sneaked into the storage cupboard, quickly grabbing a spare uniform and stuffing it into a polythene bag. Then, hurriedly headed back to the room before anyone saw me.The entire sequence lasted less than a few minutes, but the thrill of doing something so naughty was exhilarating! The whole time, I kept. "“Yes, but I'll be retired by then and living far away with my sexy young wife."We stopped at an out-of-town retail outlet where I bought a long, white evening gown and some sluttish underwear. Peter loved what I bought. He practically drooled in our hotel room when I showed him the minuscule g-strings and quarter-cup bras. The stockings and thigh-high leather boots had his tongue on the floor, especially when I told him they were for his eyes only.The gown fitted me like a second skin. The. " So while I wasdrying myself off with the towel, I "accidentally" managed to push myshorts down another inch or so. In the front, I was now showing somepubic hair over the waistband of my shorts, and in the rear you couldsee the top inch or so of the crack of my ass and the top of my tannedcheeks. I made sure that Romey had a good view and then, under thepretense of getting a drink from the water fountain, I walked past himand as I passed him, I pretended to stumble a little and turned. "I guess I'll just have to take your word for it."He came out of his dream state, if just a little."You don't have to! That's what I've wanted to talk to you about." Hewas smiling again, lighting up the room. "You could do it too! Youcould have more sex than you've ever dreamed of! You'd really likeit."I just looked at him."I really like it," he said, quietly.He nodded, and added, "the sex."We sat for a bit, and let silence fill the room."I turned nineteen back in November. So that's the.