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Subject: RP : "My Bedroom" (Part One Of Two)
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Early one Friday evening, I was eating a plate of fish and chips, when
I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be going out clubbing that
night with four young women.  I’d gone to school with them up to a
couple of years ago.
There was, however, a small catch.  As they all lived quite far away
from where the clubs were, they had asked if they could stay at my
flat until the following morning.  As the four women concerned were
absolutely gorgeous, I had, without hesitation, said they could stay
over if they really wanted.
I could hardly wait - neither it seemed, could my cock as I got an
immediate hard on.  I went into the spare bedroom to get a ruler to
measure the enormity of it’s size.
It was just over seventeen centimetres from the base to the top, and
could feel it wasn’t going to go soft and floppy in a hurry!
As I was putting the ruler back where I had found it, I began thinking
about what I should be wearing this evening.  I decided to put on a
pair of plain black boxer shorts, my dark green jeans, a white leather
belt and a plain red T-shirt.
While I was getting changed, the phone began to ring.  To my
astonishment, when I answered it, I heard Elaine’s voice on the other
end.  She told me she was calling from a phone box and couldn’t talk
for long.
She said she wanted to come over to see my new flat before we all went
out this evening, but didn’t know the route.  She sounded as though
she couldn’t wait to get to my house and told me it would only be a
few minutes before she got there.
Elaine kept to her word, and the door bell rang just as I was buckling
my belt.  I proceeded down the stairs as quickly as my legs would
carry me.
As I opened the door, I noticed her hair had grown quite a lot since
I’d last seen her.  She told me she though it’d make her look a bit
more mature.
"Well; do you want to come and look round the flat?!", I suggested.
She seemed a little surprised when she first saw my room.  I asked her
why she was awestruck.  She told me that she had gone out for a walk
this afternoon.
While she was out, Elaine had dreamt about how big and wonderful my
bedroom would be.  I began to wonder what she was carrying in the
rucksack she’d brought with her.
"I’m sorry about the delay in my arrival", began Elaine.  "I had a
horrid time in catching a bus from the city centre; most of them were
packed out".
"That’s alright", I explained, "I wasn’t doing much".
"Then, of course", she continued, "I had a little trouble finding this
place.  You didn’t tell me it was so far from the main road".
As she finished, I asked Elaine what she’d brought with her in the
rucksack.
"Well … as I thought, I’m a bit hot and sweaty from getting here", she
explained, "and I’ve brought some clean clothes with me to get changed
into, before we go out tonight".
"Yes … but, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly have you got in
there?" I continued to question.
"If you want; I can show what I suppose I could give you a quick
preview", offered Elaine.
"Yeah, that’d be good - if you don’t mind", I said, not knowing what
was about to happen.
"No, not at all", exclaimed Elaine, as she took the rucksack off her
back and opened it up.
The first item she brought out of the bag was obviously a skirt - a
bright red one.  The next piece of clothing she brought out seemed to
be just an ordinary royal blue T-shirt, with a little bit of white
round the ends of the arm, the bottom of it and the neck.
As she finished showing me the items of clothing she’d brought with
her, Elaine explained that she might as well start getting changed
now.  I said that wouldn’t be a problem, and that I’d be waiting in
the living room if she needed any help.
"Don’t you want to stay and tell me what I look like?", exclaimed
Elaine.
"If you’re sure you don’t mind", I replied.
As she took off her plain white shirt, I saw that she was wearing an
incredibly sexy lace bra.  As she attempted to take it off, I asked
her if the bra was part of a set.
She told me it was, but that she hadn’t quite got the hang of the bra
strap, she had worn them to show them to me.  She asked me to open the
bra strap.

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