After my first tanning experience I was leaving the gym and my underwear model was walking in with his rubber bikini ‘round his neck. He looked at ...e and said “Awww, babe, you aren’t leaving yet, are u. I just got here?” I smiled shyly and left. I couldn’t believe this hunk was flirting with me. I had lusted after him since I lived in LA.I didn’t see him for the next few days, but I was enjoying the tan lines I was getting from the tanning bed and my swimsuit. I had called and ordered. Wave after wave follows, we are lost together and at last we are still again, lying spent and gasping, bathed in sweat. We separate, I lie on my back breathing hard and feeling my hammering heart start to slow again, he lying exhausted by my side, his hand lying across my belly. When our breathing has slowed he asks me how it was – I reply that it was glorious, perfect. He swallows and says ‘That was amazing – who would have thought you were a virgin? Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?’‘No my. I was wearingMother's panties! That felt like such a naughty secret. Unfortunately,my boy part reacted to my excitement, and I had trouble figuring how tokeep it from poking out and looking obvious. Finally I just kind ofpushed it down and between my legs, and hoped I would not stay excitedfor the whole day.Next came the cami. It was like the panties, smooth and silky, withspaghetti straps on the shoulders and a little lace trim around thebodice. I couldn't help looking at myself in. I don't have a bra on as most days I don't even go out of the house. He takes my shirt of, throwing it to the same corner I threw his to. He then begins to trace the curves of my breasts, my ribs and finally my belly button with his finger. To feel him touch me, want me, sends tingles all though my body. I feel as though I could cry for happiness. He slowly moves his hands lower, watching for my reaction to make sure its okay. I give him nothing but encouragement, as he strokes along the area.