With a soft nudge, she let the clothing fall, leaving her almost bare to the voyeurs behind the glass. The scant triangle of material covering her mou...d the only thing between them now. She knew her underwear would be saturated, the white satin now almost transparent with her juices, she wanted to give it to them. To let them see, touch, taste.But that was something for another day, another fantasy. She turned to the mirror, bending over with just the right amount of slowness, all her anxiety. The feeling that onceaccompanied the massaging of your balls and scrotum is now thefeeling on your tongue and nipples. The gentle stroking nature onthe head of your penis fills your pussy lips and double thesensation of that is what your clit feels like. That deep sensationin your waist that you feel just before you orgasm, is what itfeels like to be penetrated. And when you orgasm, you penis doesnot cum, for you are not truly having an orgasm, you only think youare. You feel that sensation. I had been told to leave the bathroom door open so that I couldn’t "interfere with myself" and left on the side I noticed a pair of my mums white silk panties with a lace trim and a little bow at the top. I had tried them on many times before but this time I knew I had to try and not get an erection in front of my Aunt and Mum. I ran a bath and jumped in. I grabbed a razor, and shaved any parts of my body I could reach as I remembered the conversation I had overheard where my Mum and Aunt. These people were as integral to Portland’s urban fabric as roses, bikes or beer. In truth, my wallet was straining with cash. I had swung by work after class and picked up my weeks’ worth of tips for tonight. It was date night.Checking my phone, I saw Alyssa’s message: “Be there in 5! My friend is lost lol”.“No worries, do you need the address again?” I texted back. It had been 2 weeks since I had last seen her, our date postponed by a surprise visit from my parents who insisted on dragging me.