A Trip to the Dentist

"Th ... that's such a pretty bra" she complimented but she had trouble getting the words out—as though she didn't have enough air. "Thanks" I said and handed her my top. "Maybe you can hang this somewhere so the air can get at it." She just stood there holding the blouse. Her eyes were still riveted on my chest. I've seduced more than a few women, and the expression on Melanie's face was very familiar. "The panties match" I said, "Wanna see?" I started pulling up on my conservative knee-length black skirt. The slit that went halfway up my thigh made it easier, but I still had to do a lot of wiggling to get the hem up nearly to my waist. True to my word the lacy floral pattern of the bra was duplicated in the bikinis. I'm quite sure that she couldn't have missed the Brazilian wax job that was only minimally obscured by the pink lace.