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It Was Certainly Innocent Enough, Part 3.
By Jamie_clo
Ms. Johnson met me at the door, wearing her black leotard and pink tights.
I was carrying my sewing machine and sewing basket. Mother made me wear
the pink Princess shirt I got the night we bought the sewing machine. I
guess she figured that I should show Ms. Johnson the abilities of the
sewing machine, as if Ms. Johnson hadn't seen enough last night when I
sewed the names on 34 leotards and 68 pairs of tights. And I'm sure Ms.
Johnson must have heard from some of her girls how I had sewn their
monograms on their intimates. That's what I'm here to do this morning. Ms.
Johnson wanted me to sew an example of the Georgette Skirt for the spring
dance recital. She also mentioned that she was interested in my sewing
monograms on her lingerie.
I didn't understand this. Ms. Johnson is not married, and has no children.
It's not like her panties are going to get mixed up with any other girl in
her home. But I wasn't going to argue. I was extremely embarrassed walking
into her home. She has very feminine taste. There were many Lladro dancing
girl figurines about the house. Lots of ballet subject art. Dancer posters
and even a ballet dance room, ballet bar and mirror on the wall of her
spare room. The closet was open and she showed me some of her dance
costumes hanging on those pink puffy hangers. She had a small table in the
back of the room where I was to put my sewing machine.
"You can sit there and watch as I work the dance recital moves, Jamie,"
she said as she directed me toward the table.
"Why would a boy be so interested in clothes and sewing and ballet?" Ms.
Johnson asked as I set the sewing machine up.
I know if I said I was being forced to do this, Ms. Johnson wouldn't
believe me. I actually like watching the pretty girls in the most adorable
outfits. "I guess I must be gay, or something, Ms. Johnson."
"Those costumes are just to die for."
"I'm not embarrassed about touching panties or bras."
"Sewing delicate material is easy, and I actually enjoy the challenge."
"I'm getting recognition and get to hang around all the girls."
"How many boys do you know would know what kinds of panties each of the
girls in the dance class wear?"
"Not only that, I've got to touch them, and even fashion some of them in
front of the girls."
"I never got that kind of recognition playing baseball."
"The ladies in the dance store know me now."
"Mother has brought me a few times to look at the ballet clothes and has
even had me try on a few."
"The ladies giggled at first, but now they call me when a new dance dress
comes in."
"I've got the cheerleader briefs in every color!"
"I find tights to be quite comfortable."
Ms. Johnson just stared at me, while I put the thread in the bobbin. Ms.
Johnson started taking off her black leotard. I was turning red, thinking
that maybe she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, but she was, even though
the leotard had a shelf bra. I could see she was wearing a sports bra and
a very feminine panty under her tights. She threw the leotard at me and
told me to sew 'Leslie T. Johnson' above the right leg hole. "In a
feminine font, Jamie."
She walked from the dance room to her room, and was only gone for a
moment. She returned with her arms full of her bras and panties. She
dumped them on the floor, next to the sewing machine, then walked to the
closet and asked which costume I would just die for. She pulled out
different leotards and held them up to her body. "Do you think you might
see my pretty panties under this material, Jamie?"
"Aren't the Princess sleeves so dainty on this dress?" She brought it
close to me so I could examine the material. She rubbed the silky sleeve
material against my chin. She found a couple of tutus and asked me where I
might sew her name on those sissy items. "Maybe you can fashion these for
me today, Jamie."
Ms. Johnson selected a purple leotard dress with a short skirt, and then
put some leg warmers on as well. She really is a pretty woman. She turned
some music on and started her exercise / dance routines. She watched as I
picked up the panties and started sorting them by colors. I had to
determine which color thread would work with each panty. Her bras were
mostly white, but I did separate some of the colored ones so when I had a
certain color in the sewing machine, I could kill two birds with one
stone, so to speak.
She said, "Tammy was right, you're so good with color coordinating, and
you have excellent organizational skills." She danced out of the room and
came back dancing with some slips spinning around in the air. "Don't
forget to monogram my slips, Jamie!"
Her dance exercises lasted about an hour. I watched her out of the corner
of my eye, paying close detail while sewing the monograms on her lingerie.
I'd catch her looking at me through the mirror on the wall, a slight grin
on her face. There was a sweat streak beginning to show on her leotard. I
never really thought about how much work a woman has to go through while
dancing and I actually know how hot it gets in a tight leotard, tights and
leg warmers.
"Do you know why I wear a sports bra and sports panties, Jamie?" she asked
me.
"I never really would have thought about it, Ms. Johnson," I said.
"It absorbs the sweat."
"Your mother told me that you actually tried on nylon and silk panties
under your leotards, silly girl."
"You'd sweat too much, and soil your delicates."
"Most women wear absorbent cotton undies because our clothes are so
tight."
"And sometimes, Jamie, a girl might be in her monthly time, even when
she's dancing in her leotards."
"I'll bet you know all about periods and feminine hygiene products, being
such an expert on delicate, feminine materials."
I had to admit to Ms. Johnson that I knew nothing about girls' periods.
She picked up one of her panties and showed me a slight stain between the
leg holes. Now I really was embarrassed and Ms. Johnson knew it.
"Did you know that Connie started her periods this last month?"
"Ms. Johnson, That's really none of my business," I blurted out.
"Oh, but you can make it your business," she hinted.
"What do you mean," I asked?
"Ms. Connie really likes you, she thinks it's cute that you know so much
about sewing and are showing an interest in her hobbies."
"She say's you'd make a great housewife."
"You think Connie likes me?" I asked.
"Of course she does," Ms. Johnson remarked, spinning around in a circle so
the skirt of her dance dress flipped up a little. "I think all the girls
in the class think your attractive."
"That's why they let you fondle their pretty panties."
"They want you to think about the dainty little delicates while your
watching them dance."
"They see you staring at their little girl bottoms, and they flip their
little skirts higher knowing that you are hoping to glance at a touch of
feminine lace peeking out the leggings of the leotards."
"I'm sure they believe your Mother made you wear your own panties because
you have such an interest in the material."
"I think they all believe you were watching them through the window
because there might have been one or two girls you were interested in,
like maybe Connie!"
"Don't worry, I won't spoil your little secret that you were only
interested in seeing the leotards and tights."
"Who cares about the other girls clothes now when you have your very own
panty and bra drawers."
"And leotards and tights, skirts and slips."
"Your Mother told me all about your growing lingerie collection."
"I'd love to see it!"
"Maybe you can invite me over sometime and show me your girlish room and
lingerie collection."
"You know, like I've shown you all my panties and bras."
"I want to see what a little sissy like you wears under your leotards and
tights."
"Oh, Ms. Johnson, I'm so embarrassed." I started to cry, holding a pair of
her panties to my eyes, wiping a tear away.
"Don't cry, sissy girl."
"I'm not going to tell anyone," Ms. Johnson replied.
"Let's get the dance recital skirt done, are you about done with my
monograms?" Ms. Johnson asked.
"By the way, which ones are your favorites?"
"Pick a panty and bra to fashion for me!" she said as she started to
undress again. "I need to take a shower, and besides, you'll need to sew
my monogram on these soiled undies and tights."
"You can do that while I'm in the shower." She threw her sports brief,
tights and bra at me and then picked up a pretty bra and panty from the
completed pile I had set to the side. "And look through the leotards in
the closet."
"I want to have you dressed in some dance clothes when you sew the recital
skirt."
"I think it will get you in the recital mood," she said as she left the
room toward her shower. I saw her walk by again with a big pink towel and
some pretty undies, smiling as I positioned her sports bra under the
sewing machine. It was a little damp from her sweat, but I didn't think it
would be a problem.
While Ms. Johnson was taking her shower and I completed the monograms, I
decided to look through the costumes in her ballet closet. There must have
been 50 dance dresses of all colors and styles. She must like the long
sleeve style leotards. There were not a lot of camisole or halter style
dresses. To the side were some short and mid length tutus. Some were pink
and yellow. The mint green tutu looked particularly inviting, and when I
found the leotard of the same color, my heart skipped a beat. It was a ?
sleeve with a low cut back style. I couldn't help but wonder how could I
wear the bra and panties I had selected to fashion for Ms. Johnson, they
were pink anyway. I heard Ms. Johnson behind me, and I turned around to
look at her. I was holding the tutu in one hand and the leotard up to my
body, wondering what it would look like on me. She said, "That's one of my
favorites, too!"
"How can you wear a bra with this kind of leotard, Ms. Johnson?" I asked.
"Which panty and bra set did you select to fashion for me?" Ms. Johnson
asked.
I pointed to a pretty lacy pink set I selected and set to the side of the
sewing machine. Ms. Johnson took the mint green leotard and tutu and asked
me to follow her to her room. I grabbed the panty and bra set as we walked
out of the dance room. Her room was just ultra feminine, with a light
floral print pink and yellow and white bedspread. A very tall lingerie
chest with all its drawers pulled open stood in one corner of the room.
Her vanity, with a padded feminine seat cushion was next to the lingerie
chest. It had lots of perfume bottles and makeup on the desktop. The
lighted mirror was lit up and Ms. Johnson sat down, wearing only the bra
and panties I had recently sewn her monogram into. She ran her fingers
over the material and behind, making sure of the quality of the thread. I
was hoping it wouldn't itch or make her uncomfortable in any way. She put
the lime green leotard and tutu on her bed.
"Silly me," she said. "Do be so sweet and go gather all my bras and
panties."
"I'll have you put them all back where they belong."
I hurried off into the dance room, grabbing all the completed monogrammed
intimates and rushed back to Ms. Johnson's bedroom, my arms full of Ms.
Johnson's lingerie. She directed me which drawer she wanted which panty
and bra, slips in the 4th drawer. I noticed that the 5th drawer wasn't
opened as I placed panties in the top two drawers and bras in the third
drawer. She asked what I thought might be in that 5th unopened drawer.
"Girl things," I said.
She laughed and had me open the drawer. There were a box of tampons and
some panty liners, some feminine creams, and a huge lifelike dildo to the
right. "Pick it up," she said. "You've never seen anything like that
before, have you, Jamie?" she asked. "Bring it over to me," she said in a
very sexy voice.
I carried the dildo over to Ms. Johnson. She took it and licked it from
the balls to the tip, then licked her lips. "Girls in feminine lingerie
like to lick cock, Jamie," she said. Then she turned around, placed the
dildo on her vanity and started putting on makeup. She told me to go sit
on the bed. "Get undressed while you're at it," she said.
I removed the pink Princess blouse, and the pants I was wearing. Mother
had me wearing a training sports bra and cotton panties, but for some
reason, I wasn't embarrassed about getting undressed in front of Ms.
Johnson. She looked at me through the vanity mirror and actually
complemented me on my pretty undies. She said my sports bra was just like
the ones she wore when she started wearing bras. "Trainer bras are
pretty," she said, "but sports bras are much more comfortable and
functional, don't you think?" she asked.
To think that a couple of weeks ago I wouldn't have been able to answer
that question, but now I have the experience and understand of what young
girls go through when they start wearing bras.
To Be Continued.
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