I’m Muffin, petite, redheaded, with small breasts, and I love dressing up.
Starting at the bookstore, I wore a vintage floral skirt, stockings peeking out, feeling shy. Mia, a curvy brunette with a playful smile, trained me.
Her hand brushed mine shelving books, her “You’re a natural, Muffin” making me blush.
Her confidence drew me in, a spark igniting.
We chatted between customers, her eyes lingering on my stockings. “Cute look,” she said, winking.
My pulse raced, but I kept it secret.
That night, Whiskey pulled me close. “How’s work?” I smiled, omitting Mia. “Fun.”
He grinned, knowing my builders’ romp. “Find someone new, naughty girl. Surprise me later.”
His words thrilled me, planting a seed.
I could explore this, keep it hidden, and tell him when ready. |
