Choose Your Own Adventure (but make it slutty)

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

I rolled over in bed, the cool air from the air conditioner hitting my naked body. At some point during my nap I had taken my panties off, either consciously or unconsciously, and now I was lying on my side, naked, as I scrolled my phone. My breasts shifted with the movement, heavy against my chest, my nipples making little indents in the thin cotton of the sheets.

I closed my eyes and thought about him again; the way his eyes kept dropping to my chest during our first date at the Italian restaurant. I couldn’t blame him. The dress I’d worn–the one that pushed my breasts up and outwards–had been no coincidence, and his little micro-glances had given me thrills throughout the evening. We’d talked and laughed and got to know each other, and the whole time I’d moved my body as if I wasn’t aware how crazy I was making him.

The second date was even better. Drinks at a fancy bar, his hands on my waist, our knees touching beneath the table, his arms pulling me close when he walked me to my door. I hadn’t let him in, but I’d wanted to. In fact, I’d been enjoying his company so much that I’d wanted to rip my clothes off and bend myself over the bed and let him…

..well.

Tonight was our third date. So I guess we’d get to all that soon.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet pressing softly against the hard wood of the floor. I stood up, my ass jiggling slightly with the movement as I stretched my arms over my head, knowing full well how slutty the position made me look.

If tonight went well, he’d know it soon, too.

I shivered at the thought. God, I was horny. It had been almost a week since I’d touched myself, saving myself for him, but the abstinence was making me crazy.

I walked to the bathroom, my hips swaying from side to side. In the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my body; my stomach smooth and flat, my pussy completely bare. It was things like that–sights that were completely commonplace to a woman like me–that suddenly felt so erotic and naughty, my body re-contextualized as an object of his desire, a new toy waiting to be played with, and vessel of pleasure built to be…

I was getting ahead of myself again.

I took a deep breath, stepping into the shower, the hot water relaxing my muscles, ebbing some of the tension. I soaped my body, my hands lingered on my breasts, my nipples hardening under my touch. I thought about his hands on me instead of mine. The water cascaded down my back, over the curve of my ass. My fingers so desperately wanted to move between my legs, but I resisted the urge.

Tonight, I wanted to make myself desperate.

I stepped out of the shower, my body tingling with unspent energy. I dried off with a thick towel, my skin still flushed and sensitive. Back in my bedroom, I dropped the towel and reached for the closet door, my naked body reflected in the mirror on the door once more. I opened it, looking at the rows of potential outfits.

What would I be wearing when he got here? What would he want to see me in for our date night at my place? What would drive him completely fucking wild?

I rifled through the clothes for a moment and then stopped, my hand alighting on the perfect outfit, the very thing I’d been looking for.

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