Early to mid-twenties was my first impression, followed rapidly by the thought that she must have been bloody cold wearing that thin, white, shiny, si...k-like material. Just looking at her made me cold and I shrugged my coat up around my neck. She had long dark hair that spread out all around her shoulders, and her skin was almost as white as the flowers that surrounded her. I was just about to pass it off as a student prank, or some dumb stunt to do with Christmas, when I noticed – she was. She chose a black nylon full-slip from the mess of lingerie on the bed and pulled it over her head being careful not to ruin her makeup or hair. She smoothed the garment to her body, the tight bodice clinging to her breasts and hips and the skirt flaring around her thighs, occasionally sticking to her stockinged legs because of the static electricity. She loved the feel of the lacy hem; like butterfly wings brushing on her thighs.Michele sat down in front of the dressing table and slipped her. One particularly good-looking young woman was standing on the corner ahead. My eyes were caught by her bright yellow shirt, and the way it bulged in front from her perfect breasts. She had long hair, and was even wearing a skirt, so you could see a little leg. She sure had my attention!I stopped by her, waiting for the light to change so I could cross the street. I glanced at her and smiled. I expected her to look away, but instead she moved closer to me! She put her head by my ear, and. Oh sorry, I forgot, you thought I was really dead so that made it all right I suppose?"She quickly jumped to her feet and stood facing him as he got up more slowly. Seeing her sodden clinging panties he added "You even pissed yourself!" Good, aren't I!" she smiled, brushing her long fringe away from her eyes. Handing him the toothbrush she stared into his eyes "Your go with the gun now." She started backing away from him onto the small landing as Dai took aim, thinking the bulbous bright blue.