Stacy's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Story - Part 2

... giggle, “I’m coming!” he shouted back, then turned back to me. “I almost already have cum,” he said to me, we both laughed and he brought his hand up to his lips, he looked at me and sucked my juice off his middle finger. Then he offered me his forefinger which I gratefully took in my mouth. We looked into each other’s eyes and shared a quick kiss. “See you later,” he said, my love for him again surfaced, so much so I was holding tears back. “I love you,” I said “I love you too,” and with that he turned and walked through the door, I rushed upstairs to change my clothes and begin the long process of picking an outfit! * * * * * * * * * * * It was now around 5.30pm and, predictably, I was no closer to choosing an outfit. I was searching through the closet looking at jeans, t-shirts, dresses, skirts, even one or two evening gowns and God knows what else! I hadn’t worn many of these things, some of them I’d worn around the house, but as for going out in I usually limited myself to sweatpants and baggy t-shirts! But tonight was different and I was out to impress. If you had told me a few days ago that I’d be looking for something to impress my brother I would’ve thought you were insane and a bit perverted. But there I was, equally excited and nervous and as time got closer to the promised 6pm, much more nervous. I noticed a dress hanging up in the back of my closet; the silvery colour caught my eye. It was the dress that had been given to me about 3 years ago by an aunt or ...

... something. It was a backless silver dress that was tied around the neck so you couldn’t wear a bra with it and the hem line was just above the knee. I thought what the hell and decided to try it on. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. (I had removed the shorts I had been wearing before considering how wet they were after this morning.) Then I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on top of my jeans on the floor. Now, standing in just my small pink panties I stepped into the dress. Now I don’t know if I had grown or if the dress had shrunk but when I pulled it up to where it needed to be to fasten properly the hem of the dress had travelled up past my knees and stopped daringly close to my upper thighs. I fastened the collar part at the top and smoothed the dress down, when I turned around to look in the full length mirror I nearly passed out with embarrassment, even though I was the only person in the room. The hemline did indeed stop around my thighs, the dress wasn’t flimsy, it would keep its shape in a breeze but it wasn’t skin tight either, it loosely hung around my thighs giving me room to move my legs and, much more importantly, it wouldn’t cut into me when sitting down and leave impression lines. The front section, after I’d tied it up around my neck presented a small problem. Of course I already knew my back would be bare but if I bent down the dress would sag and clearly show my breasts from the side. My fear was short lived however when I ...