This white string bikini was by far the best one yet and the sexiest, as her nipples clearly showed though the fabric, but she said she didn't like it...either. I was once again standing next to her changing room and as she turned around to undress she closed the curtains, but I quickly and quietly pushed it open and hurried back to my seat.As she started to undress I called to her and said her how great she looked in (and out) of all of those bikinis. She must have figured that I had something. Enough said. Perhaps if I get their permission I can add details of the last several years. After all I am writing this anonymously. I grew up in the 50’s and my mom grew up a little before the war, WW II that is. That doesn’t really play a part in this but it does add some perspective. She lived in a rural community in the South in the mountains. Apparently there were neighbors but a lot of her extended family lived nearby and they were pretty close knit. I know a lot of them and they’re. At eight I heard the sound of Emily’s car. I readied myself, thinking to give her ten minutes or so before looking her up. Instead there was a knock at my door, and there she was, in the clothes she’d been wearing all day; black nylons, black pencil skirt, white blouse, a jacket with shoulder pads to match her status. “Come in,” I called out.She looked around the room briefly, before turning to me. “You understand that you must never utter a word to any living soul about what goes on in this. " I shoved my hand up her skirt, surprisingly she wasnt wearing any panties, i was overjoyed. Her pussy was so wet i yelled "Ms.Davees you feel soooo good inside, i'm going to fuck you so bad." We pulled into her driveway and ran inside. I pushed her agaisnt the wall as we shoved each others tongues down our throats. I wanted so much more and lost control. She stopped me and said "Charlie...I've been a bad bad girl, teach me a lesson." I couldnt help myself, i yelled "Shut up bitch and get on.