MsLinnet
Far Past Worrying
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hello all this is the start of a story but i have not a clue where to take it any ideas.
Linda looked at the clock and hurried into the bath, letting the water run hot, so that it reddened her skin. The steam swirled and caught in her hair as she bent, lathering her legs with shaving foam… she paused, and ran her hands over her slit as well, coating it with creamy white foam. Carefully, she skimmed the razor over her soft skin, holding to the contours of her legs, and then she gently plunged her fingers between her labia, shaving her pussy smooth with quick strokes of the sharp blade.
She rinsed the foam off of her body, the sponge lingering between her legs, as she felt herself tremble slightly with anticipation. She was going to dinner at her friend Mrs Warren’s house, and, while she was looking forward to seeing her friend, a large part of her thought about Him, Mrs Warren’s boyfriend, who regarded her from icy blue eyes whenever they met. She felt completely intimidated, yet drawn to him from the core of her being… his look made her feel special and filthy at the same time, and she found herself dreaming of him at night.
Linda rinsed the strawberry shampoo from her hair and stepped from the bathtub. She vigorously rubbed herself with a towel, feeling the dry prickly terrycloth abrade the tender skin between her legs, and stroked lotion over her legs and her ass. She slipped into a light dress, the straps barely holding the flowing cloth over her bountiful breasts. Her nipples poked insistently at the fabric as she bent to slip on her white cotton panties, and as she brushed her long, black hair, still damp. She checked her reflection in the mirror, pausing to dab her lips with some reddish lipstick.
Running late, she stopped only to get a bottle of wine from the store downtown, ignoring the sets of eyes that leered at her bare legs. Standing on the steps of Mrs Warren’s house, her damp hair dripping strawberry-scented droplets, and clutching a bottle of chardonnay, she breathed in deeply and pressed the doorbell.
A minute passed, and Mrs Warren arrived at the door, dressed in a short black leather dress, spiked heels and a collar. Her blonde hair was neatly tied behind her in a ponytail. Linda looked at her enviously, taking in her petite figure, her perky breasts pushed up by the dress, her tiny waist, her lanky legs… Linda sighed and stepped over the threshold, looking around curiously.
“Thanks for inviting me over, Mrs Warren…” she started in shyly, letting Mrs Warren take the bottle from her hands and lead her to the table. She sat, obediently, allowing herself to enjoy Mrs Warren’s hospitality. They chatted and giggled, and Linda stood up to help Mrs Warren, feeling more comfortable helping than being waited on.
The clock struck seven. Mrs Warren stood up and ran to the door, where she kneeled, her thighs spread wide, jutting her sweet little breasts out towards the door. Linda stared, not comprehending.
Linda looked at the clock and hurried into the bath, letting the water run hot, so that it reddened her skin. The steam swirled and caught in her hair as she bent, lathering her legs with shaving foam… she paused, and ran her hands over her slit as well, coating it with creamy white foam. Carefully, she skimmed the razor over her soft skin, holding to the contours of her legs, and then she gently plunged her fingers between her labia, shaving her pussy smooth with quick strokes of the sharp blade.
She rinsed the foam off of her body, the sponge lingering between her legs, as she felt herself tremble slightly with anticipation. She was going to dinner at her friend Mrs Warren’s house, and, while she was looking forward to seeing her friend, a large part of her thought about Him, Mrs Warren’s boyfriend, who regarded her from icy blue eyes whenever they met. She felt completely intimidated, yet drawn to him from the core of her being… his look made her feel special and filthy at the same time, and she found herself dreaming of him at night.
Linda rinsed the strawberry shampoo from her hair and stepped from the bathtub. She vigorously rubbed herself with a towel, feeling the dry prickly terrycloth abrade the tender skin between her legs, and stroked lotion over her legs and her ass. She slipped into a light dress, the straps barely holding the flowing cloth over her bountiful breasts. Her nipples poked insistently at the fabric as she bent to slip on her white cotton panties, and as she brushed her long, black hair, still damp. She checked her reflection in the mirror, pausing to dab her lips with some reddish lipstick.
Running late, she stopped only to get a bottle of wine from the store downtown, ignoring the sets of eyes that leered at her bare legs. Standing on the steps of Mrs Warren’s house, her damp hair dripping strawberry-scented droplets, and clutching a bottle of chardonnay, she breathed in deeply and pressed the doorbell.
A minute passed, and Mrs Warren arrived at the door, dressed in a short black leather dress, spiked heels and a collar. Her blonde hair was neatly tied behind her in a ponytail. Linda looked at her enviously, taking in her petite figure, her perky breasts pushed up by the dress, her tiny waist, her lanky legs… Linda sighed and stepped over the threshold, looking around curiously.
“Thanks for inviting me over, Mrs Warren…” she started in shyly, letting Mrs Warren take the bottle from her hands and lead her to the table. She sat, obediently, allowing herself to enjoy Mrs Warren’s hospitality. They chatted and giggled, and Linda stood up to help Mrs Warren, feeling more comfortable helping than being waited on.
The clock struck seven. Mrs Warren stood up and ran to the door, where she kneeled, her thighs spread wide, jutting her sweet little breasts out towards the door. Linda stared, not comprehending.
