It's a secluded opening in a nearby wooded area with an old log for us to sit and we sit upon the old log and we stop to sit and to eat. You take off...your jacket, revealing your body under your tight fitting exercise shirt and I can't help myself to look at your protruding breasts. You then take a sip from your water bottle, spilling some on your shirt, I then find myself in a lust filled urge.You see me looking at you lustfully and you give me a coy smile telling me that you feel the same. Anyway, she just had a few clothes there as well as a couple photos and a stuffed toy. Oh, and underwear; Bra and Panties, with a capital B and P. Without an older sister, I never got exposed to that kind of stuff.There were a few other items of clothing like socks and such. Oh, back to those Bras and Panties. I blushed as I touched them, felt them, ok, yes, sniffed them. They were wonderful, like perfumed detergent. Washed. I’m sure I was beet red as I stuffed them away, trying to arrange them. As her friends parked around her, she set the bike on its kick stand andswung herself off. With practiced ease she pulled off her helmet, settingher long blond hair free, allowing it to tumble down the middle of hertanned back. She kicked off her shoes then reached down and stripped offa pair of lycra jogging shorts. Walking out onto the boardwalk in herbikini, she waited for her friends, feeling the approving looks from thepassing men and women. As the last of the girls joined her, she. You don’t take it off completely, but instead just slide it to the sides, my sleeves still on, but the silk crumpled on either side of me now. My lace bra moves slowly with my chest as I breathe in and out. My breathing has clearly gotten faster, and you know you are the reason why. Your hungry eyes stare at my goose bumped skin and you slowly take your finger to my neck, as if you are afraid to break me, and drag it down the center of my chest, further down, to where you reach the black lace.