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I love time travelling with fashion. I feel like a sweet lit..
🕑 Added 2020-09-04 00:30:00 +0000 UTC I love time travelling with fashion. I feel like a sweet little thing from 1969 in this outfit. Pure and sweet, but also curious and free spirited. A bit shy, but beckoning you to go for a walk in the woods with me. Shall we stop behind this big tree? I don’t think anyone is around.... what do you want to do? Watch the sunset with me? Play a game of truth or dare? I choose “truth” you ask me if I like you. I say “yes” and smile sweetly. You say “truth” again. The question: do I ever touch myself between my legs when I think of you. I blush fiercely this time, but whisper “yes”. Because I do. I touch my secret place and think about you kissing me. I ask you this time for a “truth”. I ask you if you like me back. You say “more than anyone!” And I grin with pleasure. It’s your turn now and I choose “dare” this time, because I’m feeling brave. “Show me your panties” you say. I squeal and giggle, but I’m game. We look around to make sure no one is watching and I lift my short skirt to reveal my pretty yellow panties under my white tights. You run your hand up my legs, along my hips, sliding along the crease at the top of my thighs and then pressing against the gusset of my tights, warm, and softly squishy. A little moan escapes my lips, but I don’t stop you. “You have to pull your tights down to do the dare properly” you say. So I pull them down. My panties are sheer in the back and you can see the soft curve of my bottom. Your hands continue to roam. My heart is beating so fast. “Truth” I pick next. “Are you wet between your legs?” you ask me. I can feel the warm slickness, as it makes my panties stick soft and damp against me. But I don’t answer. I just smile “Not fair, you have to answer”, you say, teasing me with your voice. “I have a dare for you instead of the answer” I say. “Why don’t you find out what the truth is yourself? I can practically hear your heart pounding (or is it mine) as you wrap your arm around me and slide your hand down the front of my panties. I feel the hardness of you, pressed against my bottom. I gasp as your fingers slide down in between my wet lips. You groan. I tilt my head back and you breathe in the sweet scent of my shampoo and the sweat on the back of my neck. “Dare” you say. “I want to see it” We pull apart and I look around again to make sure we are alone. Then I pull my panties and tights down to my knees. Your eyes are transfixed by the strawberry blonde bush at the apex of my thighs. “I want to see more. Please let me see more.” you say in a rush of breath. I don’t want to take my shoes off and get the soles of my new tights dirty, so I think carefully, and crouch down, pulling the gusset of my tights and my panties out of the way to let you see me fully. I will never forget the look on your face..... And I think to myself, that these tights are going to get very dirty anyways....
