Sharing Kinks -- Extract

 

Nadine Leilani

 

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Sharing Kinks

 

The pleats of her green plaid Catholic school girl skirt didn't even reach the middle of her thighs. She could barely take a step without it pulling up to reveal the white satin ruffled panties underneath.

She wore glistening black patent leather shoes with long, sharp heels.

She wore a simple white cotton blouse through which anyone could see the black lacy bra pushing up her taut breasts. She was especially pleased with her long blonde hair in braids, and the bright pink ribbons tied in bows.

She felt so naughty she had another vodka and tonic before stepping outside to get in the waiting taxi.

She felt the vodka kicking in, making her giggle as she got to the car. It was so dark the driver's head was just a dark outline. He turned the ignition and slowly pulled away from the curb.

"Wait!" Chrissie cried out. "I asked for the woman always takes me . . . to the big hotel."

"It's her night off," the driver said gruffly. "Don't worry, sweetie pie. I can take you everywhere you want to go."

Chrissie giggled, feeling sixteen and as fluffy as the ruffled of her panties. "You like my outfit?" she asked the driver, because she could see his eyes in the rearview mirror watching her. She did a small, sitting down curtsey, lifting the hem of her skirt slightly, then wiggling around with excitement, rubbing her inner thighs together. It felt so good to flirt, to see how much desire she could arouse in men.

"Very much."

"I'm glad."

"But it's hard to drive with this giant hard-on."

"Oh my God, you're not supposed to say things like that to me. I'm too young, and I'm a customer."

"You're a little whore, that's what you are. All dressed up to meet a customer in his room at that fancy hotel, I bet."

"You're just jealous." Chrissie couldn't help herself. She started sucking her thumb.

 

The End