On that small frame, her full, C-cup breasts stood proudly above a tiny wasp waist. Her thighs, under that "little black dress" were full, firm and sw...etly rounded. And from behind, her heart shaped bottom left men panting and drooling as she walked by. Early on in our courtship, I found that under that "little black dress" and, truly, all of her clothing, casual to formal, she delighted in wearing the most feminine and quite often, racy, sexy lingerie; and since I am a great fan of sexy. I could not wait. Sunday night I broke down and snuck into my parents room while they were watching TV downstairs. I grabbed the swimsuit on the top of the neatly folded pile and ran with it into the bathroom. It was red and light blue in wide vertical stripes, single layered, with no liner and scooped deeply in the back though not scooped much in the front. Think of Pamela Anderson in the Baywatch suit but with blue stripes. I had seen my mom wearing it before and felt weird about what I. I can feel your eyes on me and I can sense the smile on your lips. Looking through the refrigerator I don’t find anything I really want to eat but I make a grand show of lifting my arms up to reach for something on the top shelf. There’s really no reason to do this other than to make the shirt lift up and expose my bottom. The little schoolgirl in me just shakes her head and starts to back up to the corner, coward. “You’re a little tease aren’t you? May I remind you what happened to your ass. Her hood was pulled down across her face and I carefully took her hand. As soon as I touched her skin she gave a little jerk of surprise."Miss," I said to her softly, "Miss, are you okay?"I saw her nod. "I think so. My stick." Her voice was clear and pure. It had a sing-song lilt to it with a hint of Irishness.The taxi driver glanced around. "Over there. We need to get her off this crossing to where she will be safe. Do you want me to..." No," I said firmly, "I'll do it. You get the stick." I.