The Little White Dress

Analyzing the reasons why people participate and interact with a website of erotic stories, be it: <unk>as reader, writer and others<unk> , I conclude that these questions generate uncertainties and doubts in many people, regardless of gender, marital status, social condition and more....It works for me as a necessary instrument capable of releasing my sexual tensions resulting from my hidden desires. This reality is proven in everyday life, observing the diversity of sexual tendencies and preferences. So it's important to respect and accept our desires, they invade us without asking permission and if imposed I am addressing this subject for a single reason: "I am young, beautiful, sexy, well-built body, intelligent, cultured, married and with good social status" (and nothing prevents me from being invaded by an uncontrollable sex desire). This unquenchable desire springs from knowing the power that we have as a woman: - To let any man you want, drooling with excitement, to the point of masturbating yourself desiring us. That's me, there is no use in trying to run away or hide! How could I escape myself? So I try to share my confessions anonymously. My daily life consists of going to college, gymnasium, shopping and always walking around the areas of the condominium where I live and I like wearing light and fair clothes that allow me to show off. Recently I have received some anonymous phone calls to my home number, I don't use mobile phones so as not to be monitored by my husband. Among the calls that I got one of them caught my attention for its insistence with which it was repeated , they were always at times when my husband wasn't home . This fact aroused my curiosity: - "Identify who could this anonymous man be", he knows the usual hours of my husband .. All other calls had ceased except the one that kept ringing persistently. Determined to identify who this stranger might be, I then began closely observing the behavior of all men participating in the same environment as myself - that is, college, gymnasium, condominium and a large tree-lined plaza near here. Usually in the late afternoon when the sun begins to set, the boys here from the condo grouped together for conversation at a reserved place near the tennis court. There are three wooden benches hidden amongst the bushes where Cooper's track runs and just beyond two stretch bars that I always exercise on. Analyzing various aspects of this location, I came to the conclusion that it would be an ideal spot to begin my investigations. It had every secret requirement required by the case: <unk> A place you could observe without being seen... - In this appropriate scenario, I began my line of investigation. <unk> At that place the boys used to hide themselves so they could watch the girls in the condo stretch and masturbate without being seen. - So I decided to take a walk that afternoon: - I prepared myself all, properly for the moment, mindful of my goal, which was : - (To find out if this connection came from any of those boys), - I put thoughtfully: A pantyhose, transparent skin color, well attached to the body, "coming to penetrate my bowels", And then I stood on my toes, with my back to the mirror, looking and feeling in detail whether or not that visual was powerful enough to help me do this investigation which is: (Finding out who the anonymous person on the phone was.) Finally, I put on a half-cup bra that was thin and not bulging just to make the mark and show off my little boobies. Then I wore this short, slim black Jersey dress tightly tied around the bust showing all of my shapes transparently leaving the skirt very loose, exposing my legs. I went to Cooper's track and started walking feeling pleasure with those panties inside my little bundle and the loose dress, sensing a nice breeze blowing underneath my skirt. I walked past the tennis court and there were guys on a bench talking, they looked at me discreetly because they know that I'm married. After my first lap, I stopped for a while in the stretch bars, extended myself and continued walking. Then I took my leg off the bar and was discreetly lifting up my skirt, pretending to adjust his panties, knowing that he kept looking at me, I stood in front of him and saw when he masturbated with a roller outward, he spurred himself by staring at me and continued in the same place watching me drunk. That scene made me very excited and uncontrollable, I began deducing that this maniac could be anonymous phone !!!... I imagined!!!...(It must be him, yes), and kept opening up to him because of all the excitement he felt. He approached me very slowly so that it scared me. He asked if my name was Julia or did I live in a house with a Danish dog? I was a bit confused, he continued: what fabric is this, I replied: lingerie, he answered that he had never seen one so fine and smooth, ai said: little thread made this makes me crazy with the desire to pass my hand, looked at him and said if it's just over the dress, can be straightened, to feel the texture, he passed his hand delicately well of lightly through all my parts which the dress covered, I felt its hard cock inside bermuda and asked whether he did not want to stretch out, he told no but I wanted to see you, I said: then stay only looking at me, I stood on tiptoes and pushed myself I was about to grab the bar, leaving my little bundle very steep. And when he felt himself leaning with that hard stick into his bermuda and saying how delicious I am... I asked him, "Are you the one who's been calling my house?" He said yes. I asked why he was so insistent and he replied: You will understand that as it was already getting dark, I decided to go home before my husband arrived. I took a shower, changed clothes, my husband came back, we had dinner, went to our room, made love, ate food, remembering and feeling the role of this man having fun". The next morning, as soon as my husband went out the phone rang I already knew it was him and answered very gently he showered me with compliments and flattery and asked why I didn't answer before I said: Because I do not respond to strangers now that I know you. After we talked a long time he asked if he could ask for something from me, I said yes is possible, he spoke about how it would be possible only depended on me so I told what it is He said: I said softly: you get excited easily Ne,? - he spoke: with you it is impossible not to stay like this, as I am now, I asked innocently, just how?.. he talked: of hard stick and all molasses, I told stop.. and say what you want..., there he started telling me that had been a long time tapping myself and masturbating La pista, and had a desire to see me in white dress and without panties, I said, without underwear? He spoke yes! My goal is to see him showing himself a white dress and no panties, I said: "I don't have any white dresses, never use", he replied that he had bought one exclusively for me and just thinking of seeing myself wearing it, if everything sped up, it left me all moody. We arranged for that day he left the dress at my house, I was anxious to see what dress it was this one who moved so much with him, making him masturbate only in thought. In the afternoon his housekeeper left the package at my home, not knowing what it was about, I went to my quarry with that envelope in hand, eager to open it, already excited by that adventure, opened and loved it, it was a simple white dress very sexy, then I understood why he wanted no panties. To that well-composed white dress, I could hide my feminine fragility and allow it to be activated at the moment when I saw him. It was perfect!!.... We agreed that in the afternoon I would walk with him on Cooper's track, he said he wasn't holding up so much excitement and had spent the night imagining me, which left me feeling a huge arousal, I was also crazy about the possibility of fulfilling this man's sexual fantasy. I went to my room, entered the bathroom and took a long shower imagining this wonderful adventure with a male whom I hardly knew knowing also that he was already all fucked up just thinking of me hoping to see me well whore lifting his white dress which he wanted so much and satisfying her pleasure... excitement overtook me wearing it very affectionately looking at me in every way possible and imaginary fulfilling the sexual fantasy of that impulsive maniac who aroused my curiosity and activated my libido. Full of molasses and imagination, I started to walk. My heart was racing; it was the first time that a man would see me with everything on him - even his little dress had desire in it. He came sneaking up and sat on a log in the bushes, watched it all with his heart racing and feeling the warmth of my vulva I expelled him from that delicious cauldron which was knocking me out. That afternoon I walked around the courtyard several times without stopping and very slowly sensing the pleasure enveloping me as this man looked at me and waiting anxiously to see me he knew what awaited underneath that white dress I walked up to the appointed place, all moody, looked at him, saw that he was disturbed by a hard-on, loved seeing it like that, turned my back slightly with his ass facing towards him, lifted the little dress in the rear discreetly showing off part of my bum boom, it was glazed, with the roll tough inside bermuda, passed her hand on top, I was crazy for him put that stick out, wanted to see again that roller, size and thickness and make him spit himself, putting me into that gown he so desired. Near the stretch bar there are some heels, I decided to sit down there, it came out rolling on my toes with its little bundle very steep and then sat. Sitting on that floor with this male eating me with his eyes, I pulled my dress gently up onto my thighs and opened my legs showing him all of my molassesed face, he was crazy. He threw the bag outside and lifting himself left a smooth red head for me to delight in, put my hand underneath the skirt and masturbated myself as well, he gave me a thrill which I loved watching squeezing the bag and twisting from pleasure. I couldn't take it, so I went over and asked him to put his hand on that little dress saying it was his. The son of a bitch held out...