Choose Your Own Adventure (but make it slutty) [Part 3]

What will happen? It's literally up to you...

“Honestly…maybe it sound kinda cheesy, but I’m having fun just talking,” he said with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. “I really love your dress, by the way…”

“Really?” I asked, flattered by his compliment. Normally guys wanted to compliment my tits or my ass or my eyes, so his choice to compliment my dress made me feel empowered, like my autonomy mattered. It’s always nice to receive a compliment on the things I decide to do, rather than the things I already am. I looked down at my hands, suddenly bashful. “I chose it especially for you.”

When I looked up again, he was smiling, his face relaxed and his cheeks a little blushed from the wine. “Really?”

“Sure!” I said. “I’ve been looking forward to this date all week. Would you like the full tour?”

“Oh cool, yeah.” He looked over his shoulder at the kitchen.

“Not of my place,” I said, placing my hand lightly on his knee. “Of my dress, silly.”

I stood up from the couch, the wine and hornyness taking control of my body. I knew his eyes were following me, tracing the lines of my body, and I wanted them to; I wanted him to be driven crazy by my teasing. I turned a slow three-sixty, giving him the full view of my body, lifting my arms up to the ceiling.

“What do you think?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, looking a little sheepish. “I can confirm it is a very nice dress.”

“Thank you. I think it makes my ass look great,” I said, turning away from him, bending slightly and arching my back, pushing my butt out toward him. For a single moment, I could feel the air either side of my panties, my pussy and ass close enough to his face that he could have leaned forward and kissed them had he been bold enough. But just like that the moment passed, and then I stood, turning back to him, my heart racing. “And my boobs…”

This time I leaned toward him, pushing my breasts together with my forearms, the soft flesh swelling and bulging from the dress and the lingerie beneath, his eyes widening as my cleavage deepened, my necklace momentarily disappearing between them.

“It’s a nice material, too,” I said, taking a step closer to him, holding out the hem of the skirt. “Feel this.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the silk. I shivered at the contact. His hand was warm, and I imagined it on my bare skin, holding me down, pinning me to the bed, gently squeezing my inner thigh…

“It’s so soft,” he said.

“Isn’t it?” I let go of the hem and turned around again, this time bending over again. This time, the dress rode up fully, my ass on display. I held the pose for a moment, letting him look, my pussy almost literally dripping for him now. I stood up to face him.

“Actually, if you like the dress so much, maybe you could get a better look at it if I wasn’t wearing it?”

His mouth fell open. “I…”

I didn’t let him get any further. I slipped the straps over my shoulder and slid the dress down my body, turning sideways to show him. I let it slide down my body, over my feet, and then threw it into his lap.

Yes, this is me.

But he wasn’t looking at the dress anymore.

Instead, he was looking at my lingerie–the one I had chosen specially to barely contain my body. The top was two small triangles of red fabric held together by thin strings that tied around my neck and back, leaving my midriff completely exposed. The bottom was a matching red string, tied in bows at my hips.

I raised my arms, letting the thin strings of the top press into my skin, making my breasts lift and separate, my nipples hard and pointing toward him.

“Do you like it?” I asked, my voice dripping with as much innocence as I could muster.

He nodded, seemingly unable to speak, his eyes locked on my body. I smiled, feeling a surge of power. I knew exactly how much he wanted me. I could see it in the way he crossed his legs, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

I walked over to the coffee table, picking up my wine glass, and took a slow sip. I let my eyes drift to his, knowing he was watching the way my breasts moved as I lifted the glass. I sipped it slowly, once again letting him watch, and then placed it back on the table, the thin straps of the lingerie feeling like they might snap at any minute. I reached up, my fingers tracing the strings around my neck.

“You know this is our third date, right?”

He nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, his eyes alternating between my breasts, my eyes, my stomach….

“And you know I really like you, right?”

He nodded again.I hooked my fingers beneath the string of my panties and pulled them down a little, just enough to show him the smooth mound of my pussy.

“Good. Then I guess the only question right now is…how do you want me?”

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