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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 32 (mf;mf)

Prologue

It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then, I've continued to have a variety of sexual experiences with an assortment of partners.
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My mom sent me over to a nearby hotel to deliver something to an out-of-town visitor.  I didn't ask what it was or who it was for.  That was none of my business.  The desk clerk took the package from me and gave it to a bellhop to take up to the guest's room.  

"No deliveries except by our staff," he explained.  

As I turned to leave I saw that there was a party going on.  The ballroom was filled with music and young people all dressed up.  I stood by the door and watched as people entered and exited the dimly lit room.  All of the girls looked pretty, having taken the time to do their make-up and hair just right for what was going to be a special evening.  One young lady looked like Cinderella.  Her blonde hair was swirled up on her head.  Her pink gown was strapless with a low cut that exposed the smooth globe tops of her breasts.  The gown was full length billowed out with some kind of extended petticoat thing.  We exchanged a friendly glance but she didn't stop to chat.  I was dressed nice, but not in a suit or anything.  I had cleaned up so as not to embarrass my mom when I made the delivery.  I had nowhere to go so I stood and listened to the music.  

Suddenly Cinderella stormed out of the ballroom followed by who I guessed was her Prince Charming.  Except they weren't acting like those characters at all.  Their gestures and the tone of their voice spelled argument even though I couldn't understand the words they were sharing.  Cinderella walked away from the conversation to return to the party.  Spotting me near the door, she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the room.  The lights were dimmed and many of the young men had removed their suitcoats and ties from vigorous fast dancing.  The song was a slow number and I found myself with Cinderella in my arms, holding me at arms length.  

"Please, just dance with me for a moment," she pleaded.  

I knew I was being used to make Prince Charming jealous.  And he was bigger than me.  But she was so pretty I couldn't say no.  The view down the front of her dress was marvelous, even at an arms length distance.  When Prince Charming entered the room looking for Cinderella, she pulled me closer, wrapping both hands around my neck.  Our bodies pressed together.  Cinderella's petticoat thing was pushed back due to our clinch and I could feel her against me.  For better or worse, she felt me right back.  She pulled back and gave me a quizzical look.  I nodded and pulled her towards me by her hips, accentuating the reality of the lump she felt.  Her tight hold loosened enough for her to gently rub herself back and forth against me.  I was afraid she might have an orgasm right there on the dance floor.  I was scared that I might have one too.  Prince Charming decided to fight fire with fire and picked another pretty young lady as a dance partner.  Cinderella was too preoccupied to notice.  I think she wanted to wrap her legs around my waist but the dress and the crowd was getting in the way.  Cinderella decided to fix that.  She stopped dancing, took my hand, and we went down the hall to a unisex bathroom intended for one person.  We entered and she locked the door.  

She was on her knees in front of my fly in a second, and she groaned out loud at her first look at my erect penis.  She faced the sink and mirror, pulled up the bulk of her dress and petticoat and moved me behind her.  With her free hand she grabbed by prick and pulled me to stand behind her, aiming directly at her pussy.  I took over and positioned myself at her entrance, which was moist and ready.  Cinderella used both hands to hold herself up, leaning on the sink counter facing the mirror.  As I started pistoning in and out, I noticed her breasts hanging almost exposed in the mirror.  I reached forward and tugged the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts from captivity.  I rubbed them and gently pulled at her nipples.  They grew and got very hard.  The palms of my hands exercised them and made her even more excited.  Cinderella stood up and I came out from between her legs.  She finally took off her dress and petticoat so they wouldnąt get in the way any more.  She sat me down on the single toilet and straddled my legs, putting me back in.  Her breasts bounced in front of my mouth, so I used my tongue to flick and kiss her nipples.  Cinderella balanced herself by putting her outstretched hands past my face and against the tile wall behind me.  She bounced on my hard-on and squeezed it with very talented cunt muscles.  I warned her that I was going to erupt real soon but she only took me deeper.  We came at almost the same time and sat there, regaining our breaths and composure.  Cinderella used her panties to wipe up her dripping cunt and handed me her panties.  Without waiting for me to tuck myself back in, she got dressed, unlocked the door and left the bathroom.  She must have been feeling quite randy, walking around the part without panties and some cum remnants dripping from her cunt.  Fortunately no one came in while I was still exposed.  I cleaned up as best I could.  Cinderella's panties were too wet and had too much odor for me to take them with me.  I tossed them deep into the used paper towel bin and left the bathroom.

The bellboy caught me just as I was about to leave the hotel.  

"The person who you brought that package for?  She wants to see you.  And boy, does she sound angry.  Room 1629," he told me.  

Too bad I didn't leave immediately, I thought.  With a lingering sex smell and perspiration visible on my clothes, I took the elevator up to the sixteenth floor.
I followed the signs to 1629 and knocked gently on the door.  It swung open, revealing cousin Betsy, dressed in one of the hotel's complementary bathrobes.  

"Didn't I make it clear to your mother that I wanted you to deliver the package?" she asked.  

I explained about the hotel policy as Betsy's sensitive nose picked up the odor of my recent sexual encounter downstairs.  

"You've been a naughty boy again, haven't you?" she asked in a playful tone.  "That's too bad.  I had a little surprise for you," she added, opening up the bathrobe and letting it slip to the floor.  

Betsy had ordered a nighty from my mom and was modeling it for me.  It was sheer and white, with fuzzy trim down the front that hid her nipples on top and covered her pussy below.  

"Maybe you're too . . . tired," she hypothesized.  

My expanding erection showed her that wasn't true.  

"What about your attitude about incest?" I asked.  

"I've given it a lot of thought.  But if you can't trust your own cousin in the sack, who can you trust?" Betsy replied.  

I took a step forward and held Betsy in my arms.  We kissed passionately as she helped me out of my sweat-drenched shirt and wrinkled pants.  I followed suit by untying the bow on her negligee, running my hands up and down her sides and breasts.  We retreated to the bedroom.  Betsy laid down and showed me that her panties had a split crotch.  Her pussy was framed on both sides by the fuzzy white trim.  It was quite an unusual sight.  With minimal physical stimulation, I was hard again.  I hoped that I could perform again this soon.  Betsy was wet with anticipation as I slid into her.  The fuzzy white trim tickled me as I slid in and out.  Some of my sensitivity was gone from my previous encounter that evening so Betsy was rewarded with a long hard ride.  I was still pumping with her legs wrapped around me when she had her first orgasm.  I wasn't done and kept at it.  Betsy's level of lubrication kept her a willing and able partner.  Betsy reached a second orgasm with loud pleasure.  

"How long can you go?" she mumbled.  

"This long," I replied giving her another full penetrating thrust.  

Her vaginal muscles were no longer gripping me.  Her legs fell to the bed, tired and spent.  It was through sheer mental willpower that I rustled up another orgasm.  It was a small but powerful spurt.  I hadn't even asked whether she wanted me to pull out.  

"Thanks, cous.  It was everything I'd hoped," Betsy beamed, exhausted but more satisfied than she had ever been.  "You've spoiled me for any of the guys on campus," she added.  

"You can come to town any time," I replied.  

Betsy was a hot number and I looked forward to future episodes with her.  I considered asking her to bring Trish along but decided not to mention it.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 33

An Original HM Tale

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