She asked me if I liked her legs. I was speechless and mumbled or stutters something like "Fantastically... sexy."She then said as she had showed me h...r stockinged legs, it would only be neighbourly if I showed her mine! She said that when she came round for the coffee (which was a genuine request) she couldn't help but notice the bump under my trousers, where my suspender straps tugged at my stocking tops.I was very nervous; no one had ever seen me in my 'kit' before. She reassured me saying. The front windows faced the street and on each side of the room were windows facing the neighboring houses which were only about 15 feet away. The bedroom was fairly large with the head of the bed up against the solid wall and facing the front window. Outside the window was a large Elm tree that was taller than the house. Its branches shaded the house from the sun in the daytime and from the street lights at night.It was common practice for me to go to bed early in my parents' bed, while they. We started talking about random things, laughing at everything we said, thanks to the alcohol in our systems. We talked for a while, just laying on Emma's bed, side by side, facing the ceiling. Somehow, the conversation switched over to relationships, sex and stuff along those lines. Turning to face me, Emma asked, "So it's really true that you have never been kissed?" "Mhm, one hundred percent true," I replied, in a small voice, without turning towards her. Emma paused for a few seconds, and. She took a few more steps back, dancing and twirling as the music from the radio changed back to something more uptempo. Her gyrations became more animated in accordance with the new soundtrack, and whilst his attention was drawn to her movements she quickly snapped apart the remaining buttons on her blouse, allowing it to flap open. As she turned round and round, it gave him quick flashes of her black bra, so quick that his camera couldn’t properly lock the focus on.She stopped spinning and.