…people really don't pay too much attention to whom is driving the big truck coming up next to them in traffic, but perhaps they should. Most of the male drivers constantly look down into the cars for a peek. Down a top, up a skirt…you would be surprised at how much you can see from up here. We call it "Window Shopping." As far as I go…I can't tell you how m...
Author's Notes: - Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. V ***** Tony thought that it would be a good idea for me to wear that collar with the rectangles skirt at work the next day. I'm sure that you can imagine the co...
She sat there quietly contemplating how she had gotten to this point. She knew what she was about to do was risky, but she couldn't help herself. She loved the thrill. The chills that she got deep down in her bones every time she got away with it were what gave her an indescribable high. She waited patiently in front of her high school for the beginning of t...
... As I stood there in the parking lot I felt like all eyes were on me. But why wouldn't they be? I had substantially bigger breasts than the average busty girl and were wearing a skirt shorter than that of the high school slut. As I had been standing still for a moment Megan got impatient. "Come on pretty. Don't let me get over there and grab your thong...
A courier brought the package that morning, my secretary had told me. I opened the express envelope to find a key card with the name of a high profile hotel near the airport. A room number and a time were written in permanent marker on the back scribbled next to her initials. The appointment was for that day of course, not more than a few hours away. I'd ha...
Kirstin walked into the department feeling on edge, her eyes scanning coworkers she passed by, looking for any smirks, raised eyebrows, quick avoiding glances, anything that might hint at Alan sharing the story of her humiliating experience at the warehouse. She almost bumped into people due to focusing her attention on listening rather than what was in fron...
She fiddled furiously along the highest notes of her fiddle as the drums and saxophone kicked in behind her to support the tone. She angled her chin to brilliantly smile at the gathering crowd while striving to maintain a firm grip on her violin. An old lady with chickory coffee from the left, an eager young man staring at her legs and compressed breasts fro...
Chapter Five ACCEPTANCE The assortment of clothes in my pink suitcase reflected my taste and my curiosity about feminine attire but I didn't own a lot of things. Not as much as I would have liked, anyway, especially at this very moment. That is to say, I didn't own any 'sexy' lingerie. Or, what, in my mind would be considered sexy. It was just I never fel...
Molly lies on the bed, wiggling her way into her new pair of jeans. "Almost there," she grunts. She's got this habit of buying clothes online that don't quite fit her, but she never wants to declare defeat. She's squeezed the button shut somehow and jumps up from the bed. She's got a bowlegged stance and looks pretty uncomfortable. "Not bad, right?" she say...
Thank you guys so much for the support! I honestly didn't expect everyone to love it this much. I plan on carrying this story out for a long time, so I hope it only continues to get better for you all! ------- It wasn't until the next day that Jessie would get another text from her brand new anonymous Master. "Hello again fatty. Hope didn't think I tossed...