Sitting in the seat across the table from me was a young woman. She was soaked head to toe from the rain which only served to enhance her striking bea...ty. Her eyes were such a deep blue they were almost a shade of purple. From behind the rain-slick gatherings of black hair plastered to her forehead, she looked into me with those eyes, right to my very soul and said in a soft voice, ‘You don’t belong here.’ I blinked, confused. ‘What?’ The woman broke off her gaze, looked down at her wet. Sometimes if I was lucky, I would even manage to catch glimpses of pubic hair curling out from the sides of her panties. From all these, I managed to find out that my mother wore only cotton briefs of various colors.My mother normally did the laundry at home and her bras and panties were always hung in my parents' bathroom, away from prying eyes. Thus before this, I had never even seen a glimpse of what they looked like. Many times, mom had tried to persuade me to do the laundry at home, but I. The problem was no one was really out there to come along. Between her long hours on the job and the dull routine of her life she never met anyone. She was pretty; her dark hair and blue eyes attracted most men and she knew that she turned heads when in public. She dressed very well, her clothes were always stylish and she was always dressed in the newest fashions. Her body was well toned, and her breasts were above average in size, her stomach flat, and her legs shapely and well tanned. She. It was pointed at the bed. She looked into it and reached for the bottom of her tight T- shirt. Smiling flirtatiously at the camera, she lifted her shirt off her body. Underneath she wore a lacy red pushup bra. Cyndi smiled as she played with her nipples, then got out of the bra by unfastening it between her tits. Her nipples were rock-hard. Cyndi wore only a tight pair of panties on her lower half; she turned her ass to the camera and took a long time slipping out of her panties. Then she bent.