Page 117 of Freshmeet
In the small opening, there was a hint of blue lace.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” Grasping her hips, I pulled her closer. “Whatcha got on under here?” I snuck my hands under the hem and dragged my fingers up the back of her thighs, where a band of lace stopped my search. Sarah bit her bottom lip, but it didn’t stop the smile growing on her face.
With a wink, I flipped up the skirt and dove under. My short blonde wig fell off, tearing bobby pins through my hair, but I didn’t care.
Sarah shrieked out a laugh, laying her hands on top of my head, but she didn’t push me away.
I dropped a kiss on each kneecap, then on the spot where they were pressed together. She let out a gentle sigh, and her legs loosened, parting for me. “Connor, let me.” Her voice became breathy when my lips brushed the inside of her thigh, right below the garter. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Let me take the dress off.”
I ran fingers under the elastic, the lace a perfect complement to Sarah’s soft skin. “Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”
Her skirt lifted, and I had to close my eyes against the light. Squinting one eye open, I looked up at Sarah’s nearly naked body, and the air whooshed right out of me.
While I didn’t care what she wore under her clothes, I appreciated a nice set of underwear. Light blue lace cupped her tits, and the matching pair of panties made me wonder if her ass was covered. One loan garter sat snugly on her right thigh, completing the sexy look.
I played with the lace, pulling it out only to let it go a second later with a loud snap. She yipped and pushed me back on my heels.
Chuckling, I shuffled forward on my knees. “I’m sorry.” I pouted and reached out for her.
“No way!” She took one more step back and ran right into the bed. Flailing, she fell back, bouncing when she hit the mattress. She stilled with a sigh, her hands running over the comforter. “So soft.”
“I like the finer things.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes narrowed and moved down my body. “Lose the pants, sir.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Thumbing the waistband of the tight-ass leggings, I hesitated, remembering how hard it was to get them on. “Don’t laugh.”
She raised up on her elbows to get a better look. “No promises.”
I grinned and sent up a prayer that I would get out of my pants without pulling something. After a silent count to three, I shoved the top down as hard as I could. My ass proved to be a formidable opponent, but I eventually wiggled the pants past it and freed my hardening cock.
Sarah’s sharp intake of air drew my attention away from my thighs stuck in poly-blend hell. “What?”
“You’re not wearing underwear.”
“I mean, you try fitting boxer briefs under these things.”
“I’d wear a thong.”
I frowned down at my dick, considering it. “Maybe next time.”
“I can help you find something.”
Nodding, I got back to freeing my legs. When I got the leggings to my knees, I wobbled dangerously but used my arms to balance. Bracing myself on the edge of the bed, I pulled my right foot through and glanced up at Sarah with a big smile. “Almost there!”
“You’ve got this.” She rolled onto her stomach, her chin resting on her fists as she watched me. The swell of her ass was all the motivation I needed to tear these fucking pants off.
I gathered them in one hand and tugged. Unfortunately, the cuff got caught on my toes, and the violent jerking sent me ass over head until I was left sprawled across the floor naked, except for my face that was still painted up like a 1950s hussy.
Lifting myself off the floor, I groaned. “Shit.” I rubbed the back of my head and leaned on my elbow. Twisted around my hand were the fucking pants of doom. Throwing them across the small room, I peeked up at the bed.
Any hope I had that Sarah had looked away at the right moment and missed my less-than-graceful fall was dashed. Lying face down, shaking with laughter, was the girl of my dreams. She rolled onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “You—and then—your balls.” Her eyes opened, and she held her chest. “That was fucking hilarious.”
“You think so?” Rising to my hands and knees, I stood.
