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   NIGHTY-WARE NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 2 (mF)

   Prologue My mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and
neighbors in my house.  In the process of the party, I got a sneak peek at
many of them dressed only in see-through or sexy lingerie, a real turn-on.
Now, my mom had departed to drop off the purchases of the friends that
lived beyond walking distance, while I delivered the other packages to the
nearly buyers.  I already had a close encounter with our neighbor Karen
(she had sucked me off in her matching bra and panties outfit), and I was
hoping my luck hadn't run out.

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   I decided my first delivery would be to Anna, the neighbor down the
block who broke the ice at the party by being the first one to try
something on..  Anna was tall, blonde, and sexy despite the fact that she
had three younger children.  I rang the bell and the oldest small child
inappropriately opened the door.  They recognized me, and invited me in. 
Anna came out from the kitchen, hair flying from the heat and humidity of
working over the range, and scolded the child for opening the door to what
could have been a stranger.  The child ran off to avoid any other
consequences.

   Anna invited me in, took the package and told me to have a seat on the
couch.  She sat in a chair across from me and crossed her legs, revealing a
very short skirt that was just visible under her apron.  She opened the
package and took out a camisole, matching panties, and a sheer mid-length
gown.

   "That's not what you tried on at my house," I blurted out, not even
realizing what I was saying.

   Anna looked at me with that same scolding expression she had used with
her child, and asked "How did you know, were you watching me?"

   I nodded sheepishly in the affirmative, stood up from the couch and
headed towards the door.

   "Please don't tell my mom, okay?" I pleaded.

   Anna stood up and her scowl turned into a smile.

   "No, of course not.  It's just a young man's way of learning what men
and women are about."

   Gee, what a progressive attitude, I thought.

   "I need to make sure these items fit, since you were right that I didn't
try them at your house.  Would you like another lesson, this one private?"

   I couldn't believe my ears.  Was Anna offering to model, and maybe more,
for me?

   "Yes, I'd like that a lot" I replied after the shock wore off.

   "I'll call you up when I'm ready" she replied.  "Why don't you turn off
the items on the stove while I change?"

   I waited and watched her go up the stairs, for the view of her long
shapely legs and swaying hips, and then proceeded to perform the errand she
suggested.

   A moment later, she called from the top of the stairs.  As I rounded the
corner halfway up, I got my first look at her in her new outfit.  The
mid-length gown softened the view but didn't hide anything beneath it.  The
camisole top had two thin straps on her shoulders, and it flowed down her
chest like a smooth wave, stopping above her navel.  There was an expanse
of bare skin followed by the matching panties that were cut low in front
and high on her shapely hips.  Her breasts and nipples pushed the camisole
from her body, and it seemed to cling to every curve.  She took my hand and
escorted me into her bedroom.

   She directed me to sit on the side of her bed.  She walked back and
forth, turning, giving me a good look from all angles.  Her hands moved up
and down her body, as she enjoyed the feel of the material just as she had
in my house a week before.  She removed the gown and let it cascade to the
floor at her feet.  She moved over to the bed and laid back next to me, and
with a single motion pulled me from my sitting position to a lying position
next to her.  We kissed as I ran my free hand up and down her body, over
the mounds of her chest and her pubic mound, which she was moving up and
down in rhythm.

   She gently moved my head down from her lips to her waist, perhaps a tad
lower, and spread her legs.  I took the hint.  I removed her scant panties
with her assistance, and settled my face between her legs at the entrance
to her pleasure center.  This was my first time eating a woman, and I found
the smell intoxicating.  My tongue went slowly at first, but when I got
Anna's reaction it went into overdrive, lapping and slurping and
penetrating the sensitive folds of flesh.  Gradually I pushed in closer,
and simultaneously her hands pressed me close.  Soon I was locked in a vice
grip between her silky but strong thighs, and I knew I wouldn't escape
until Anna had been satisfied.  This provided additional motivation since I
was nearly smothering in her sexpot.  I felt the wave of orgasm envelop
Anna during one of my series of tongue thrusts right up the middle, and her
legs relaxed and released me from the heavenly confines.

   I decided to make a hasty exit, to prevent any subsequent embarrassment
or second thoughts, so I scooted downstairs and out the front door with my
last two packages.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 3

   An Original HM Tale

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