It was icy blue, spaghettistrapped and just about transparent, very frilly at thedeep hem which reached about mid-butt and barelycovered my rounded as... and my needy pussy if I stoodstill. I got the strap to hang off one shoulder, baring thetit if I moved. When I was younger, I was tempted tohave my jugs augmented, but they filled out nicely as Imatured and were now just about perfect 36C’s, high andhard. I walked toward my mirror and watched a pale boobappear and then hide. I got my feet. I couldn't think of that now. The note simply said; "I didn't want to wake you. I won't be back before you leave. I'll see you when you return in a few weeks. Kerri" He called me while I was driving and indeed he was pissed. I didn't care, I was on an adventure!New Orleans is only three hours from me, but I left at seven in the morning to make sure that I was not late. I arrived at the door of the hotel by eleven o’clock; the hotel was the Ritz Carlton, a five-star hotel and it was amazing, it. I love the electric sensation. As his fingers explore the junction of my legs, I thought he would mention that I haven’t shaved down there, but he just says, "God, you’re so wet!" Darren once told me how much he admires a clean pussy. But as he puts his fingers in my pussy to measure my wetness, I feel assured that he’s going to adore mine too. "Fuck me, fuck me like there is no tomorrow," I tell Darren in a shaky voice; a voice that erupts from the depths of my perverted soul.I don't want. We both stepped into the shower and started to wash off. I encouraged him to touch me, not that it took much encouragement. His hands roamed my body and I gently more alive than I had when my ex used to touch me. We kissed and made out, and it all seemed so natural to me. After our shower, I sent him to his room to get dressed and get ready for school. Once he was out the house I had time to think about things. I went through it in my head. I knew it was wrong, and I knew I shouldn’t have done.