Erica Loves It (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Erica Loves It (Part 1)

... helping me stand and allowing me to walk around the store. “Well?” “They fit like a glove,” I answered. “Darn. I was hoping to fit on another pair, blue is my favorite color.” “Blue? Oh! You know, you can always get a better look.” “Then show me.” Facing him, I pulled the front of my dress up and gave him a good look at my royal blue panties. “The back side is prettier.” “Then I definitely want to see that side,” he smiled. Turning around I proceeded to pull up the back of my dress and he could see the tiny blue string disappearing into my ass crack. “Very nice. Oh, and so are the panties. Go ahead and pick out another pair of shoes.” “I can't afford any more.” “Don't worry about that, I've got it.” Just about then the phone rang and Johnny rushed to answer it. While he was gone, I looked for another pair of shoes. I wasn't long before I had a second pair picked out. They were gold sandals with four-inch heels and laces that went to my knees. “That was my friend, Bill. He's gonna come down here in a few minutes.” “Oh?” I felt a slight let down because I had wanted to be alone with Johnny at least long enough to suck his cock. “He's cool. Uh, in fact I told him a little about you and he really wants to meet you,” “What did you tell him?” “That you're pretty, very feminine, sexy, and, uh, that you, um, you know, that you weren't born a woman.” “And he was okay with that?” “Okay? Hell, when I told him about you last night he got a huge boner.” “And you know this how?” “I saw ...

... it with my own eyes!” “Then I hope I live up to your, and his, expectations.” Okay, so maybe I'd wind up getting two cocks instead of the one I was hoping for. Is that such a bad thing? “I'm sure you will,” Johnny answered with a very wry grin. “Now sit down and let me take another look at those blue panties.” When I sat in the chair and place my foot on the stool I spread my legs more than necessary just to give him a good look. While he was lacing the straps around my legs I smiled and said, “You know, the view from the rear is better. I'm wearing a g-string.” “Sounds very interesting. But now that you've told me, I think I should get a look at them from behind. I mean, after all, you've seen me without anything on at all.” “Yes I surely have and I enjoyed the view completely, so I guess it's only fair that you can see my little string disappearing into my butt crack,” I answered and giggled. “And I was hoping to get a closer look tonight. You certainly looked delicious.” “I think we can work it out. Or in, as the case may be.” While Johnny was helping me his friend, Bill, came into the shop. My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw him. In my estimation, he stood a few inches over six feet tall and probably weighed close to two hundred and twenty pounds with well-groomed blonde hair and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, and as soon as I saw him I felt a very familiar urge in my belly. Johnny made the introductions as he locked the door and then excused himself to do his daily ...