Like most stories this one does have an element of the truth, this story happened to me several years ago and I wonder how she is doing now.
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I was 19, had just left school, and was working is a good job. I had a great car—a Triumph Spitfire—which was pretty good for a first one. I also had a damn sexy girlfriend. Anna was younger than me and was still studying. What made things good for me, a youngster of 19, was that her hobbies included being a gymnast. She was also very good at it, picking up awards, medals and trophies. I, a typical teenager, was horny as hell and thoroughly enjoyed watching her at it. I mean, skimpy, figure-hugging leotards and costumes...I'd be mad not to. It was practically my duty as a man. On this particular day, nothing out of the unusual happened, nor did I expect it to. I had finished work and was driving home to pick Anna up from her house nearby to take her off to gym practise and myself off to my rehearsals.
"Come on in," she yells as I knock on the door and walk in.
"Only me," I return, stating what she already knew. "Come on, you'll be late."
"We're starting later, today," she says. "Come on up."
I kick off my shoes—it may be a great car but oil can be a killer—and I climb up the stairs. This was nothing uncommon; I'd spent many hours in her room before now. We'd only ever kissed before, but boy could she kiss!
This time was different.
"Guess who" I called as I walked into her room. It was a large room and she wasn't in my line of sight. "Why you starting later toda..." was all I managed to get out as I turned round and saw her. What was almost usual was she was standing in front of her dresser and mirror brushing her long blond hair. Her "perfect ten" body was toned and taught, but she was only wearing her underwear (her very thin, very sexy and very see-through underwear!). Pure white, it suited her perfectly. I was lost for words and frozen in my spot, but not all of me had frozen and I was beginning to show my pleasure.
"Just thought I'd give you a treat for being so good," she replied to my question, which seemed like hours ago.
"Thanks," was all I could stammer out.
"But I do have to go now. You OK to give me a lift still?" It was a question which any guy would have jumped at the chance, but now I would have done anything if she asked.