Keeping Score - Sex Stories

Keeping Score

... material over her wide, curvaceous hips. Her face approximated the hue of an autumn sunset. She was struggling with sheer, helpless embarrassment. She bit her lip to hold back the giggles, knowing that once she got started, she'd never stop.

Stepping carefully out of the dress, she straightened up to allow everyone a heart-stopping eyeful of her lingerie. She'd chosen to wear a virginal white ensemble beneath the black mini: it was her prettiest outfit, and she'd known it would be an added surprise for the crowd. Her high-cut g-string panties shimmered like quicksilver against her lightly tanned flesh. They glimmered beneath the bar's glaring fluorescents; soft blue shadows flowed across the glistening material whenever she moved her hips.

The garter-belt and stockings had been inevitable: she'd been given no choice in the matter.PICS magazine had a long association with exotic corsetry. It featured in every issue; pages and pages of college girls in suspender stockings, proudly displaying their long, tapering legs for the lens. It was practically law, as far as theeditorial staff was concerned.

The mandate also applied to the other girls as well.PICS had INSISTED that all three of them wear frilly little garter belts beneath their clothing. NO stay ups, No panty hose, NO thigh-socks, and definitely NO bare legs. Garters were an absolute necessity for this shoot, no exceptions to the rule. Holly agreed with these sentiments to some degree. She was supposed to ...

... look sophisticated and elegant for the tournament, even after she stripped down to her undies. Beautiful women should wear exciting underwear; and suspenders would give her outfit that touch of elegance, sophistication and excitement the Maxies' crowd would be expecting.

She'd selected an intricately designed bridal number; a magical wisp of lycra, lace and 'liquid' satin. It somehow appeared both decadent and demure. The kind of thing worn by a virgin on her wedding night. Long, white, adjustable garters were clearly visible below her underpants, clipped up to sheer midnight stockings at mid-thigh.

Feeling indescribably naughty, she reached down to tug gently at one of the reinforced black tops. The cheering escalated to a roar. There were few things as truly captivating as the sight of a pretty girl adjusting her hosiery. Holly straightened up, planting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight to her left heel. As a final treat for her howling admirers, Holly put a hand to the back of her neck, removing a clasp and letting out her glorious mass of platinum hair. A blond avalanche swept down her shoulders; the luxurious, wavey tresses trailing to her hips. Flash bulbs exploded all around her; the PICS team weren't the only ones bearing cameras in the bar.

She raised her hands above her head, saluting the crowd with a 1940s pin-up girl pose, then turned on her left heel and walked back to the score board, her luscious young bottom turning cute little circles in its ...