Miss Texas Contestant 2015 - Sex Stories

Miss Texas Contestant 2015

... patches are quickly remedied by her razor, which then made a pass under her arms. She looked at the second razor, realizing it as superfluous. Her hand ran through her soft bush for the hundredth time, glad she wouldn't have to shave it. She shut the water off and squeezed the excess water from her hair, which splattered into the tub noisily, then she gathered her soaps and bottles, collecting them in a corner of the tub. She drew back the curtain, the condensation heavy on the mirror and in the air. She picked up a towel and dried herself, starting with her face and arms and working her way down her body. She wrapped the damp towel around her hair and head, grabbing a second towel for her body, and exited the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her phone blinked from the desk and she snatched it up, her heart pounding. Was this him? She glanced at the time: twelve past two. What time had I said I would meet her? She unlocked her phone. An email. Great. Because prepping for bio lab had just left her mined. She let out a breath and went to her email from me. Scrolling through, she confirmed what she had already known: I would be there between 3 pm and 7 pm... She assumed that because I had the doorman let her into the penthouse, that I must definitely be coming. Still, I had not yet messaged her today, and the possibility that I would stand her up lingered in her mind; it would not be the first time she was prepped for a guy, only for him to ditch her. She tossed her phone on ...

... the bed, letting her towel drop. From her purse she retrieved her chap stick and ritually applied a smooth layer to her lips; she rubbed her lips together, the action soothing her. She dropped both the purse and chap stick on the nightstand and sat naked on the bed, her mind wandering again. Perhaps music would keep her sane. She picked up her phone and with a few quick taps it was quietly singing at her side. She got up, unleashing her hair from the towel and picking up the second one from the floor. Dutifully, she returned them to the bathroom, which had begun to cool down, the mirror clearing up. From her toiletries bag she picked up her toothbrush and paste. A button turned on the buzzing function on her brush, reminding her of the vibrator She picked up the panties and slid them on, taking time to adjust them. The lace stretched over her ass, tucking between her cheeks and hugging tightly to her as she smoothed it down across her hips. The nightgown was next, and she inspected it before putting it on. This didn't leave much to the imagination at all. The cups were black with the blue lace overlaid, which continued down to create a little dress, finished by black tool on the end. The straps were removable, attaching in front with a simple hook. The back had a keyhole cut out, pulled together by the band that created the bra. Perhaps not her person style (she rarely, if ever, slept in clothing) but cute nonetheless. She is sure I would enjoy it. She stepped into the lace, ...