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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 18 (mF)

   Prologue

   It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends
and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie
of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came
as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then,
I've continued to have experiences wherever I am, whether its with my
parents at a resort or in the neighborhood.

   ______________________________

   During one of our sex and math sessions, Sally McGinnis informed me that
her father had become a statistic of corporate downsizing, but was
fortunate to have landed an even better job.  Unfortunately, the job was in
Texas, and the family was going to relocate immediately, in the middle of
the current semester.  I was jealous that Sally was escaping to a better
climate, and devastated that my primary sex partner was moving away. 
Despite Mrs.  McGinnis' plea, Sally and I had frequent intercourse, and
taught each other a number of new and interesting things, not just math. 
Mrs.  McGinnis was also disappointed, since our secret meetings had
provided both of us much pleasure.

   "I'm leaving you a gift," Sally advised me at our last session with no
further details.

   Mrs.  McGinnis also had a surprise -- she had gone ahead and fixed me up
with her friend, since brokering a meeting at the McGinnis residence would
no longer be possible.  I was to meet the mystery woman at a neighborhood
coffee shop the next day, and I could choose to take advantage or drop it,
as I had insisted.

   It was difficult to get to sleep that evening, wondering what my mystery
date might look like, and why Mrs.  McGinnis was so sure we'd get along. 
With great anticipation, I arrived at the coffee shop, and felt very much
out of place.  It was primarily occupied by housewifes, out for their daily
cup of java with friends and neighbors.  No other young men were present,
making the task of identifying me trivial for my secret date.  Suddenly a
voice behind me interrupted my scan of the women present.

   "I should have known it was you, stud," came a familiar voice.

   I turned around to see the snake tattoo lady, my "acquaintence" from the
airplance and the beach.

   "Enjoy your trip?" she asked.

   "Some parts better than others," I replied, with awhile staring
blatantly at her hefty bosom.

   "Let's get out of here," she suggested and took me by the arm, quickly
departing.

   The women in the store barely looked up from their conversations.  She
told me her name was Milly, no last name offered, and we walked in
anticipation to her apartment just a few blocks away in a trendy high-rise.
The building wasn't the only thing rising, as I recalled gawking at her on
the airplance and feeling her up on the beach.  I couldn't believe that I
was finally going to fuck this amazing woman.  We had just entered her
apartment when she began to disrobe.  First, her trenchcoat slid from her
shoulders.  The blouse was prim and proper, mostly hidden by a blazer, and
the skirt was past the knee, very business like.  The blazer came off, and
I thought I could see nipples straining against two layers of material. 
She unbuttoned her skirt at the side, and it fell to her ankles.  I was
delighted to see stocking and a garter belt, not pantyhose.  The blouse
came off next, and her sheer bra barely contained her breasts, which were
expanding with her quickening breaths.  I decided I'd better start
undressing myself, so I pulled off my slacks, ran through the buttons on my
shirt, and pulled my t-shirt over my head.  While my view was blocked by
the t-shirt, Millie had unclasped the bra, and it was held to her breasts
by friction and gravity, although gravity was winning.  When she moved her
legs ever so slightly to kick away the skirt, the bra fell forward,
exposing those lushious mellons I had caressed so fervently on the beach.
The nipples were large, hard and pointed, and I couldn't take my eyes off
of them, even while Millie pulled her panties down, strangely over her
garter belt.  They seemed to defy gravity, sticking out from her chest with
no visible means of support.  I recalled how they had felt as I rubbed them
with oil, and my mouth watered and my palms itched.

   I dropped my jockey shorts, struggling to get them off over my firm
erection.  Millie approached me, and quickly my face was exploring her
breasts as my hands traveled up and down her back and buttox.  We were both
in heat, and neither of us wanted extended foreplay.  Millie dropped to the
ground right there, legs apart, breasts heaving, and she pulled me down
onto her by my penis, which was leaking precum and pulled me into her cunt.
We thrashed and bounced and rolled as we bashed our sex organs together
repeatedly.  I held out for as long as I could, since I wanted a really big
orgasm, and ending with a flurry of quick strokes and grunts, I spurted
what felt like the entire contents of my balls into her.  She wasn't quite
through, and she reached a climax on my quickly shrinking penis before it
lost all hardness.

   Both satiated, at least for that moment, she gave me her busness card,
home and cellular numbers, and asked me to PLEASE keep in touch.  She
punctuated that phrase by cupping and squeezing one of my bare buttox.  I
told her not to worry, we had only just begun.  I felt like writing Mrs. 
McGinnis a thank you note for helping me reunite with this sensual
creature.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 19

   An Original HM Tale

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