“Is this too revealing?”
My nipples are pressing against the thin fabric of my top, and I know that every slight movement will accentuate them. I could wear a bra to cover them up, but walking around without one excites me more than the delicious friction my nipples create against the fabric.
“I enjoy it when you dress up like a slut, and everyone stares,” he whispers in my ear as he grasps my hand, placing it on the rigid bulge in his trousers. “Later,” he promises.
By the time we leave the hotel room, my thongs are already drenched.
