It had taken me so long to get ready that morning, I knew what I wanted to happen between us, but wasn’t sure how I should look. I’d eventually de...ided on tight jeans and a black v-neck top, low cut enough to be inviting without screaming slut. Underwear had been another battle, it wasn’t as if I had a huge variety of sexy underwear to choose from. I’d had to go shopping for my black lacy knickers with matching bra, as I’d never needed to wear sexy underwear before. As I watched your train pull. And when she said she wanted to be tickled, that was the kicker. Spanking and tickling was his big thing, thanks to a bunch of frat guys and a stripper he’d seen years ago who knew how to work a feather boa. It slid all over her skin, the tanned, taut skin of her perfect body. He’d paid for a lap dance from her, and she delicately teased his inner thighs and brushed her breasts against his face until he made a mess of his pants. What he wouldn’t really admit is that he had hang-ups when it came. In the lingerie section was a black corset, a half bra and black stockings on sale, which he liked very much. We asked the shop assistant, whether it could fit him? He said yes, because it was adjustable. He said that there were also black high heels on sale, which are also available in bigger size. So, I bought everything. On the way back, he said that he was astonished how professional the shop assistant was, and that he did not laugh at him, buying girly stuff. Well, I said, you see, that he. How would she react if she did? Would she be mad? Would she find it amusing? Tiresome? I bet she had men looking at her all the time. She was bound to get bored with it. So with a force of will that I didn’t know I had, I stopped myself from admiring those perfect tits under her sweater and her long, lithe legs extending out from that short skirt.Our eyes met again—oh, her eyes, what amazing eyes—and she gave me a small smile before turning her back to me to face the front of the bus. This.