As he was pondering this, there was a knock at the door. The concierge had sent up a barber and manicurist.Greg, aged nineteen and a couple of months... had never worn a tuxedo before, except for 'rentals' of course, but they didn't count. This one was the real thing -- it counted big time. It was exquisitely tailored to his body, and he felt like a million bucks. He felt like James Bond at Casino Royale. He felt like he was attending his own coronation. Beautiful women were glancing at. Unfortunately... my dreams were not to be as when the delivery man arrived and I stood there in the very same outfit I had described. My heart pounding, my own crotch feeling warm and tight in my skirt on account of my own arousal and quickly growing bulge which very clearly showed through in the most obvious way. He handed me my package, nodded curtly, turned and walked straight out the building. I simply stood there holding the package looking at the empty doorway... disappointment welling. During another pose for a picture, I kept my arm around her and started to caress her smooth back. She was on my left and some random chap on the right. While I was caressing her smooth back, she slipped her hand back and pressed my bum!! That was the most erotic moment of my life till then.We first looked at each other after the photography session ended and we could make out what each other wanted. Mahima returned and Babita requested me to accompany her till the room as it was pretty far. "Are you alright?" asked my cousin a little concerned"Yes, fine!" I replied trying to regain some control as my cock began to throb.I glanced at my cousin as she drove, the bottom of her dress had hitched up over her knees showing off her slim long calf's that were clad in her cream coloured stockings, and then my eyes drifted to her stocking clad feet that were pumping the car pedals because she had taken off her heels to drive, and instantly I felt my cock throb more."Oh god" I moaned under.