Winning the Bet - Sex Stories

Winning the Bet

... turning, she caught my eye and said "Is this what you were looking for?" "Very nice," I agreed. "Now why don't you show me something you'd wear on a date?" I watched as she walked back into her room, and quickly adjusted myself. I was starting to get hard, and I was hoping it wasn't totally obvious. I took another sip of my drink and fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch. When she emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, I forgot all about trying not to be obvious. She was wearing a white mesh thong and matching bra. As she walked slowly towards me, my eyes roamed over her body. The bra was mesh on top and satin on the bottom, and I could just see the tops of her nipples. Through the mesh of the thong, I could clearly see her neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair. She didn't seem to mind the way I was gawking at her, and she turned slowly around in front of me. Stopping with her hands on her hips, she asked "What do you think?" "Um, it's very, uh, very attractive. I particularly like the mesh bits." "I can tell," she said, with a quick glance at my crotch. I looked down and mentally cursed at the now obvious erection tenting my pants. I was terrified that at any minute, she would decide this game had gone too far and kick me out. Before I could say anything, though, she had turned her back on me and was striding out of the room. I shifted around on the couch, trying to find a way to sit that would make my hard-on slightly less noticeable. "So, what now?" she asked from the other room. "Well, why don't you show me what you would wear for a guy you were going to bring back to your place?" Silence. Some part of my brain was screaming at me for being too pushy. Any second now, I thought, she's going to say that's too much, and get rid of me. Then suddenly she was walking towards me again. But this time she wasn't wearing anything at all.