This would be the first time we met up at a non-neutral location. I wasn't worried though. If he wanted to keep me or seriously harm me he had plenty ...f chances to do so already. He told me to dress like a slut, not just slutty but like an actual prostitute. A cheap one. He said no underwear, no,bra, short skirt, and a revealing top.i wasn't to drive out to his city either, I had to take the bus or train dressed this way with no coat. I looked at train times and there was one leaving my city at. He said he would take Friday off if I could. I agreed to help him, and Cheryl said she would take the children to the river for a picnic. Early Friday morning Bob called and said one of the men at the bakery had been hurt and Bob was going to have to fill in for him and would not be able to work in the garden. "That's o.k.," I told him. "I will get it started for you, and then we can work on it Saturday also."A few hours later Carolyn and I talked down to their house, and Saa told me she. And another flick of that tongueThe plates are cleared.“Where are you staying?” you ask, innocent like.“The hotel across the road.”“Ah! Best you’ve ever stayed in?”“Not quite, hence escaping here.”Your hand is on your lap but it's not resting there. You are struggling to stop it. That urge to feel a touch on your lips is back.Your foot has slipped out of your shoe and you are struggling to stop it ….“Dessert?” asks the waiter.“You choose,” he says.You look. Lover’s chocolate fool for two leaps. As a young boy, I was like most other mid-teen curious boys regarding sexuality. I was always fascinated by sexy pictures of beautiful women, scantily dressed and wearing silky hosiery. This was bolstered by at least two female school teachers during my lifetime that wore short skirts and pantyhose nearly every day. Oftentimes I would get a quick glance up their skirts making it well worth the effort to get to class each day! This was the catalyst of my pantyhose fetish and all of the.