Then I packaged myself (that was the very word I thought of, sorry dear sisters, but I got really hot thinking about it, and it makes me dizzy even now -- I mean, did I really do all this? ME?) in the bra and panties, and even practiced with the hook, _unpacking_ the gift of what tiny breasts I have -- but they are all mine, mine to give, and I knew he'd appreciate the silky texture they still have (I'm not as young as I once was, but I've seen myself in his eyes, and in them I'm as young as I'll ever need to be).Then I packaged myself (that was the very word I thought of, sorry dear sisters, but I got really hot thinking about it, and it makes me dizzy even now -- I mean, did I really do all this? ME?) in the bra and panties, and even practiced with the hook, _unpacking_ the gift of what tiny breasts I have -- but they are all mine, mine to give, and I knew he'd appreciate the silky texture they still have (I'm not as young as I once was, but I've seen myself in his eyes, and in them I'm as young as I'll ever need to be). I even caught myself rubbing my nipples hard and popping them back into the bra to see if the difference was noticeable. Oh, my! Just as I'd done this, there was a knock. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I threw on the hotel robe--white, unfortunately, would have preferred pink (or azalea!)--tied the sash on as I went to the door, and, wouldn't you know, blushed like a schoolgirl with my blood buzzing in my ears. It was Walt, and I invited him in, and touched his arm with my hand shaking so badly that without a word he just swept me up in his arms, carried me over to the chair, and gently set me down. I must have looked like I was going to cry, because he quietly knelt in front of me, as if I were a princess or something, and said something about going away if that would be better. I managed to squeak out that it wouldn't be better at all, and reached up and played with his hair a bit. It wasn't going quite as I had imagined it ( he should be sitting, and I should stand in front of him and _unpack_ the present, with slow music), but I managed to make the first move, by taking the end of the sash and shyly putting it in his hand. |