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She's A Tease - 2 (MF, affair)
by MIKE HUNT

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"I often don't, except when I know I'm going to be trying on shoes,
or something. Even then, I forget sometimes. It certainly does make
for an interesting time in the shoe store. Usually the guys want to
help me try on 20 or 30 pairs!" She continued "But I just didn't 
think how panties would look with this. And it makes the whole thing 
positively ugly."

I countered quickly. "I don't really think ugly is the right word.
In fact I'd have to say that the whole damn package is pretty amazing,
panty lines or not."

She told me to turn my head to the left and look at the fireplace.
I did as she asked, and when she told me to turn back, there were
her panties draped over the back of the sofa. She stood straight in
front of me, with her legs about 6" apart. "Now doesn't that honestly
look better?" she asked.

My head turned from the panties on the sofa to the area where they
had been just moments before and back. The dress still covered that
amazing space at the juncture of her slender legs, but the knowledge
that there was just one little wispy, clingy piece of cloth in the
way of my view was an immense turn on. I tried to burn a hole in the
cloth with my eyes. No luck. Still, depending on how she moved, I
could see the occasional outline, the hint of it, really, of her pubic
hair pushing out against the cloth.

"Yes, that honestly looks better. Real honestly. Unbelievably really
honestly." My words were getting harder and harder for me to pronounce.
And other parts of my anatomy were suffering the same effect.

She walked over and picked up the panties. "Here, look," she said.
You could have blown me over with a feather. How far was this going
to go, I wondered. But I remembered her speech about her husband and
how much in love they were and how she would never do anything to
jeopardize her marriage. Well, that was OK. This was certainly 
entertainment enough. And then I remembered that her husband was 
out of town until Thursday. So...

Anyway, she held out the panties, saying "They're part of a matched
set. Really. It's so cute. Want to see the other half?" I readily
agreed. She walked into the bedroom and returned just a moment later
with a shink-wrapped package.

"I thought it would be a bra," I said.

"No no no. It's a matched set. His and hers. They were just so cute
that I couldn't resist. These are his. Go ahead, open the package.
He probably won't wear them anyway."

My fingers pried at the plastic. "Why not?", i said.

"Oh he only wears briefs, and these are boxer shorts. But I just
thought the idea of the 'His and Hers" was so cute that I had to get
them. Whaddya think?"

"Well I wear boxers, so I'm not prejudiced," I started. But before
I could get out another word she squealed and interrupted.

"Oh you're kidding. Oh that's great. Would you do me the biggest
favor. I mean the real biggest? Would you model them for me? Maybe
that will give me some ideas on how to get John to wear them."

It was a pretty lame excuse, I thought, but hey, who was I to argue.
"Ah, sure, sure. I suppose." I stood up and went for my belt.

She stopped me. "For heavens sakes, not here. Go change in the bedroom
and come back out."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry." Guess her marriage speech was more real than
I had hoped. Oh well. Just keep playing, I thought.

I stepped into the bedroom, dropped my pants and my shorts. My dick
jumped out at half-staff. I did my best to get into the boxers and
tried to lose at least a little of my erection, and after a couple
of moments succeeded in getting as comfortable as I could with a small
tent sticking up in the front.

"Well, are you ever coming back?" she said. Her voice was raised
enough to hear clearly around the corner.

"Ready or not," I said. I walked around the corner. Her eyes rocketed
to the shorts. She burst out laughing.

"They're great. Just great."

I had to say, I thought they were queer. There was a big red heart
plastered on the front of them, a design I hadn't seen when they were
folded inside the shink-wrap. "Well, I think they're a little weird,"
I noted.

"Why," she asked. "Don't you get it? See? Her heart-on."

I honestly hadn't noticed the little "Her" embroidered above the
big heart. She stabbed at the word with her finger. About 3 inches
from my manhood, and closing. But it was not to be. She really was
just pointing out the word on the shorts.

"Here, look." She picked up her panties again. Now I noticed the
little embroidery on them, the word "His" with a picture of a cat.
I wrinkled my nose. The cat was positioned right across the pubic
area.

"His pussy. Don't you get it? I think it's a riot. Her heart-on,
his pussy. Oh, I just had to have them."

I let out an involuntary breath. "Oh, yea, now I get it. Pretty 
funny." Where was this going?

She continued, "Of course, yours aren't always supposed to look like
they do now. You know, with your boner in there, and everything."

I blushed. I flushed. She went on. "That's OK. Really. I've seen
a boner before. But we can cure that."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Well, we can just wait a while. I'm sure it'll go down if we just
give it some time." She hesitated. "Or..."

"Or?" I said.

"Or we can just whap Mister Wiggle there with a rolled up newspaper
or something. At least I won't be worried that you're going to rip
the material."

"Oh," I said, involuntarily pulling my pelvis back. "I thought maybe
there would be some other alternative..." I trailed off.

"No," she said. "Remember the rules. Teasing and flirting is OK.
But I don't want to do something that could affect my marriage. 
Remember?"

"Yeah, sure. I agree. Absolutely." I didn't mean a word of it, but
what the hell, this broad had set the rules and I was sure enjoying
the game. I saw no reason to take the chance of screwing it up.

"So, we'll just wait a few minutes, and they I'll get to see how
those shorts look without the tent option." She smiled. I smiled back.
OK, what now?

She said "Have a seat," motioning me back to my narrow little hard
back chair. Sitting down did nothing to disguise my condition. "I'm
sure if we just wait, that ole hard-on will go away and then you can
model the shorts for me again."

"This could be a long wait," I said. As I sat there staring at her,
she stepped directly in front of me and cast her eyes down at my 
groin. Yeah, this could take a long time, I thought.

She stood facing me while holding her arms behind her, not exactly
sticking her chest out, but the effect was nearly the same. She had
her panties in her hands which were folded together behind her butt.
Suddenly she dropped the panties.

"Oh my," she said. And with that she turned around and bent at the
waist to pick them up. Her knees were locked rigid, and as she bent
over the back of the dress rode up and the full flower of her 
womanhood stared me in the face.

"Oh my god," I said.

"What?" she asked.

"You should be careful about bending over in a short skirt in front
of people when you don't have any panties on. At the party I mean,
of course."

"Why?" she asked innocently. "Can you see something else that you're
not supposed to see?" She ever so slowly began to straighten up, still
facing away from me. God, what an ass!

"Yes, actually. I could sort of, you know, kind of see, your, ah,"

"Oh here we go again," she interrupted. "Don't tell me you could
see my pussy. Oh how embarrassing."

Needless to say, if I thought I was hard before, now I could have
used my dick to pound a nail into concrete. The effect of her talking
about her pussy almost made me lose it right then and there. This
was just about like having a wet-dream except with your eyes open
and you remember every second of it.

"OK, yes, your pussy. I could see a little of your, ah, pussy." I
still wasn't totally comfortable talking with this voluptuous neighbor
about her pussy. But what the heck, when in Rome, I always say.

"How much of it," she wanted to know.

"Well, I don't know how to describe it, exactly."



(continued in part 3)