Girls wear different panties for different purposes. Heidi's panties were meant to show off her beautiful, smooth, petit, trim, youthful looking vagina. These little panties were framing. Ornamentation. Gift wrapping. Embellishment. Garnishment. Topping.
Her little G-string panties were completely sheer. The little triangle was finely woven black mesh. Only a small, small bit of sheer fabric over her sexy mound. Dainty, thin satin straps held them over her garter belt on her hips at their fullest. The little satin ribbon-straps curved up, over her garter-belted hips and just above the curve of her ass cheeks, met in a delicate "Y" at the top of her beautiful ass, where a single little shiny black ribbon dove down and disappeared in her crack between the perfect, pale white globes of her incredible, round ass. There was almost nothing to them, but her wearing them meant everything.
The miniature mesh triangle over her mound was completely sheer, merely dark tinting to the view of her delectable mons. I could plainly see her smooth, delicate, delicious, girlish cleft. There was no crotch panel in this little sheer G-string. It was entirely sheer. Made expressly for ornamentation. Vaginal ornamentation. Gift wrapping. For me. And I intended to gorge myself on her sumptuous cunt. My mouth actually watered.
The only place I had seen such a vision, such abject arousing femininity, was in the very best porn. The porn that made me cum the minute the actress slipped the dress off her shoulders and revealed this outfit. It was stunning. Perfection.
Long story short, Heidi was a great fuck. Eating her was heaven. Her vagina was excellent. Waxed silky smooth and demurely pale and petite. She was soaking wet and deliciously snug. She told me later that her tightness came from frequent masturbation and Kegel exercises. She actually trained her vagina to be tighter so she could be a better fuck. I loved eating her. Her little clitty was pronounced when aroused and she seemed to cum easily when licked and French-kissed between her legs. As I feasted on her saturated cunt, she would use a stockinged foot to occasionally fondle my engorged balls or gently fumble my achingly hard dick.
"Ohh...", she whispered. "These feel so full... All for me."
Entering her sumptuous pussy was easy because she was so wet, but pumping her came with a pleasant resistance. It was hard to push inside of her because she was so snug. When she orgasmed, her pussy went berserk with deep spasms I could feel over the length of my cock. Her luscious cunt felt so good that trying to hold out during one of her orgasms took a lot of concentration.
"Fill my cunt!", she whispered in my ear after we fucked for a few minutes that first time. "Cum in me! Give me your load!" That was all it took.
From that night, our sex life only got better. She loved to fuck. Always wanted sex. It seemed to be an outlet for her. Stress relief and passion. For her, sex was an expression of affection but it was also a sort of hobby. She openly watched porn on her big screen in her apartment. Had a folder of porn photos on her phone. "I look at them if I have to get off at work," she told me.
