Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
Yes, I know I’m a hottie. And more importantly, I’m a professional-grade menace when it comes to first dates. So, after three weeks of witty banter and late-night DMs, I was finally meeting Alex, the ridiculously charming engineer I found on a dating app. Or, shall I say, he found me.
Alex had suggested somewhere casual, like a coffee shop. But ‘casual’ isn’t really in my vocabulary, especially when I’m trying to make a lasting (and perhaps slightly traumatizing) first impression. The plan was simple: I’d wear a beautifully demure, high-necked vintage dress.
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Underneath, however, I was wearing a total disaster of an ensemble that I’d purchased purely for the comedic value of the scenario I was now creating. We’re talking neon green, barely-there lace, and a push-up bra so aggressive it could probably launch me into orbit. It was less “sexy” and more “abomination to public decency.” Because, why not!
I found him waiting outside the café, leaning against a brick wall, looking exactly as heart-stopping as his photos promised—all messy brown hair and a grin that could melt glaciers. Yum! We ordered lattes and decided to take a stroll through the local park. He kept catching my eye, and I kept biting my lip, fighting the urge to tell him I was currently wrapped in two yards of electrified spandex.
We were talking about our worst travel stories, and Alex was deep into a monologue about a botched backpacking trip. I decided it was time for the pièce de résistance. The lace was scratchy, and the panties were riding up my pussy in a way that made walking slightly challenging. So, I waited for Alex to reach a particularly dramatic point in his story and then I made my move. Ready or not, Alex. Here I come!
I dramatically swung my hand out to emphasize my own very important point about something he said in his story. As I did, my foot snagged on a rogue tree root. It wasn’t a graceful little stumble. It was a full, sweeping cinematic collapse where I instinctively threw my arms out to catch myself on Alex’s shoulder.
He steadied me immediately and his hands gripped my waist. I leaned in close, pretending to regain my balance, and whispered, “Oh wow, that was close! I’m such a clutz.” But the real magic happened when I straightened up. Due to the high-G forces of my tumble, and perhaps the extreme tension of the material, a section of my neon-green lace thong had somehow slipped out and now, my panties AND MY PUSSY were peeking out from under my dress.
Alex paused mid-sentence. His eyes dropped instantly to my pussy, then snapped back up to mine. His jaw went slack, and his perfect, romantic smile broke into a bewildered, delighted laugh. “Jamie,” he wheezed, trying to hold it together in front of a group of passing pensioners. “What are you wearing?”
I didn’t blush. Oh no. I gave him the most charming, innocent, naughty smile I could muster and asked if he wanted to go back to my place for some fun.
Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
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