He then pushed it inside again, repeating it a few times. The pleasure was intoxicating with each thrust, I tightened my legs around his waist, Gr gra...bed my bums and pulled it with each thrust. And then finally I could feel his face wriggle. Hold on, hold on, I am not yet there.” He held on, the thrust slowing down. And then finally I was ready to climax.I raised my head, closed my eyes, rolled my eyes in and tightened my legs. Sensing it, he relaxed. I could feel the sudden rush of his semen. I imagined the blond boy seeing me like that-- wearing only a miniskirt. Then I shook my shoulders until my maturing nipples thrust through the long strands of hair. Feeling immediately wicked, I shut the mirrored door and finished dressing.Uncle Nat was already waiting for me in the truck and when I got in he laughed and spun the wheels in the thick dust. "I was gonna let you get some practice with this rig, but after last night I figure you don't need any."I was terribly nervous all the way. I was going to be showing a lot of flesh. The design was 1950's vintage. It was raspberry colored with white polka dots. I usually take either a size 6 or an 8 depending on the cut but this outfit was definitely a size 6 and a small 6 at that. The square cut bust line only reached part way up by breasts, showing a lot of chest and cleavage. It ended well above my navel leaving my entire mid riff bare. My breasts pushed out against the tight fabric; hardened nipples stood out like little. Brushing his fingers over her cheekbones, tracing over her lips with his thumb. She reached for his hand with both of hers and sucked his thumb into her mouth. He leant in and nibbled her ear as the most welcome ding in the world brought them back to earth.She floated down the hall, her hand in his, willing every single door to be the one. At last, it was and they were in. She barely had time to register the suite, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the large bed, the sofa, desk, so many, many.