I remarked about her lack of any undergarments, and she smiled seductively.I remarked about her lack of any undergarments, and she smiled seductively. She stood near a strong light and while you couldn't see anything, it certainly promised quite a lot. Especially the way her breasts moved under the sheer fabric. Even several layers didn't stop them from quivering if she moved quickly. I started to dress, wearing jockey shorts under the soldier's kilt. The kilt reached my knees (almost) and Denise slid a hand underneath and pulled them down. I leaned back while she gave me head, and she stopped when she had my shorts in her hand, free of my feet. "There now," She giggled, "you're really dressed like a Roman." I argued that I was not accustomed to wearing a kilt and that I'd feel rather exposed if I didn't wear shorts. Denise exposed a lucious breast and told me that I'd not get any tonite unless I went along with her plans. I've given up trying to figure out how her mind works, so I went along with the game (but I did stuff some spare shorts in the soldier's money bag on the belt). Driving over to Sondra's didn't take long and I fought a hard-on the whole way. Los Angeles doesn't get very cold until mid-December, so the night air felt like erotic caresses under my kilt. Denise's nipples were standing at full attention, pressing against the fabric of her dress. |