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Weekend With A New Friend Ch. 01 free porn video
We met on Clubhouse and soon moved to a Zoom call.
Megan was a cute twenty-something, friendly and smart. She talked personably about her husband and their beloved golden retriever. She smiled easily, relaxed and sure of herself. I liked her right away. Maybe her bottle-brunette hair color and straight loose ponytail were a little bland, and she was wearing lipstick that was too bright for her pale white face. But that just made it easier to picture myself having fun. We made a plan to meet at the mall that weekend.
We met in front of the food court. Megan was just throwing away a Mrs. Field's cookie bag when we locked eyes. I walked to her and gave her a quick, friendly hug. Then I pulled back and used my thumb to gently brush some crumbs off the corner of her mouth. She smiled, but her expression was sort of sheepish, like she'd just been caught at something.
"Sorry, I must look a mess," Megan said. I took that, along with her tentative expression, as a cue.
I made a show of looking her up and down. "Let's go to Saks, I need a couple things." I turned and started in the direction of the expensive store, knowing that Megan would tag along and catch up.
In the lingerie department, I grabbed a little creme-colored lacy bra, 36C, and matching cheeky bikini panties, size four.
Megan exclaimed, "Wow, pretty!" as I took her hand and led her to the fitting room counter. The attendant led us to a nicely appointed room.
I took Megan by the elbow, leading her in and closing the door behind us. I gently positioned her in the corner of the room, then took a few steps back so she could get a good look at me as I stripped down slowly, making sure to take a few extra seconds pulling my form-fitting jeans and tank top over my curves. Soon, I stood before her in only the satiny bra and panties I'd put on at home.
"What do you think?" I asked Megan, facing her squarely with both hands on my hips.
"You're beautiful," she said quietly, not making eye contact. Her shoulders were slightly hunched and her hands were in the pockets of her roomy mom jeans. "I wish I had a curvy body like yours."
"I'll bet. You're pretty skinny. Why don't you take off your clothes right now and let's compare."
"...But," she started, but then she saw the look on my face and quieted, starting to yank off her long-sleeve tee while kicking off her white leather sneakers. Megan stopped briefly, looking at me with her arms folded across her plain white Lycra-cotton bra, curling her white-socked toes and appearing for all the world as if she'd like to turn and face the corner.
"Take off that boring bra and put your arms at your sides, Megan." She did, taking too long. Her B-cup breasts were adorable. I loved her small, pale nipples, which were noticeably hard at the moment. Yum.
"Not much there to speak of, hmm? That's a shame," I said, chuckling on the inside. "Still, it could be worse. Let's see the rest of you."
Megan's face flushed vividly, spreading a little to the top of her chest. I liked that. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them quickly down around her ankles. When she stood up again I could see a drab pair of full, yellow hip-hugger cotton panties, but she rushed to pull them down, as if she didn't want to give me a chance to comment on their plain appearance and the fact that they didn't match her bra.
Megan stood up straight, then, still in the puddle of her scrunched-up panties and jeans, with her hands trying to hide her crotch from my view. Oh yes, I thought, this one's a cutie.
"Drop your hands, please." She did. I took in the sight of her pubic hair: bright blonde, fluffy, and untrimmed. I fought the urge to run my fingers through it. Below her cornsilk tufts, I could just make out her mound, and my mouth watered.
"Looks like you don't exactly groom down there, Megan. Quite the contrast -- the carpet doesn't quite match the drapes, huh?" She self-consciously ran her fingers through her dyed, medium-brown hair.
I made a show once more of looking Megan up and down before saying, "A size zero, or is it double-zero?"
"Double-zero," she said quietly, looking at my hips.
I reached behind to unclasp my bra, holding it out briefly in front of me and letting it drop to the floor next to her own. I gave Megan a moment to take in my fuller, rounder breasts and slightly larger, dark-pink nipples. Then I held eye contact with her while I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulled them slowly down, over my feet one at a time. I held them in my hand for a moment, dangling against the side of my thigh while I let Megan stare avidly at my cleanly shaven pussy. Then I dropped the panties onto the floor at my feet.
I picked up the new lacy panties and pulled them slowly on, taking care to turn and smooth them over my firm, round bum, the bottoms of my cheeks on full display. Next, I put my arms through the bra's straps and tucked myself into the cups, but with my bare back still to Megan.
"Would you mind," I said to her, holding the two ends of the band at my sides for her to take. I heard her shuffle up behind me and take them, slowly clasping the bra and smoothing it against my smooth caramel skin. "Thanks, darling."
I turned to face her, and asked again, "What do you think?"
"Gorgeous," she said, then swallowed loudly. "You look so sexy." Megan fidgeted with her hands, clearly fighting the impulse to cover her nudity, and her expression told me she was feeling inferior compared to my more womanly body.
"Thanks. Listen, I don't need those old things anymore, and you definitely need an upgrade, so why don't you just pick up the bra and panties I came in with and put them on. We'll throw out the ones you had on."
Megan's mouth dropped open and she stared wide-eyed at me for a good five seconds. I couldn't contain my laugh. I recovered quickly and smiled at her, trying to maintain a serene air of certainty. "Go ahead," I said.
Eventually, she slowly lowered herself, keeping her knees together and crouching rather than bending at the waist. She picked up my satiny panties first, and stood up, holding them by the edges at arm's length.
"Don't worry, sweetie," I said to Megan in a friendly upbeat tone, "I only had them on for a couple of hours after my shower. They're quite clean. Go ahead, give them a good sniff."
Again, she looked at me, shocked. I managed to just smile pleasantly this time, but I was loving this.
Megan slowly pulled my panties closer to her face, leaned into them, and once her nose came within a couple of inches I heard her take a quick, shallow breath through her nostrils.
"That's not what I meant, Megan. Don't be shy, put them to your nose and breathe them in."
This time she pulled the panties against her face, and once her nose made contact she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. I was properly turned on now, and I felt the moisture in the crotch of my new panties to confirm it.
"Not bad, right?" I asked, and Megan shook her head.
"You smell kind of amazing, to be honest." Her voice quivered a bit. Megan stepped into my discarded panties and pulled them up her legs. Then she bent down and picked up my old bra, pulling it on and clasping it on the tightest loops possible. Finally, she dropped her arms to her sides and stood before me, in the underwear I'd had on only minutes before, and her white cotton ankle socks.
"Well, you can't quite fill out my underwear, can you?" My bra cups drooped on her chest, and from above I could easily see her cute little nipples. My panties were ruched loosely around her hips and legs. It would be a sad sight if this situation weren't so fucking arousing. "No matter. Let's get dressed and go pay for my new lingerie."
We made our way to the cashier. I placed the tags for the bra and panties on the counter and looked happily at my new friend.
"You don't mind, do you, Megan?" When she raised her eyes to look at my face, confused, I looked to the tags on the counter. The cashier scanned the barcodes and told us the price. Megan took a moment to catch on, but soon looked to her purse and pulled out her wallet. She handed the cashier her credit card, signed the bill, and then slowly offered me the receipt. I took it and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks, you're a doll. Give me a call tomorrow and I'll come over to meet your husband. Jerry, right?"
With that, I turned and walked away from Megan, straight out of the mall and to my car. Before I turned on the engine, I pulled out my phone and texted Megan:
"Present yourself to Jerry in the next hour, wearing nothing but my underwear. Let him watch you masturbate while keeping both pieces on, then give the panties to him. They're his to do with as he pleases. Have him text me when you're done."
At home, forty minutes later, my phone chimed and I swiped it open to see a photo from a number I didn't recognize. It was my old panties, laid out neatly on a bed, with what looked like a sizeable wet spot. The text read:
"I don't think I've ever seen her so excited - for sure I've never seen her that wet jilling off. We're both excited to see you tomorrow, drop by around six for dinner - Jerry"
I smiled to myself. Yes, this would be a good weekend. I went to the bedroom, took off my clothes, and laid back on my bed with my trusty vibrator. After making myself cum a couple of times with Megan's name on my lips, I drifted off to sleep with the next day on my mind.
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