From the arch of the door I stand patiently waiting, watching your final agitated preparations. Once and again you peer at your mirrored reflection and nervously nibble your lower lip. The snug dress I’ve selected is so thin it’s almost transparent.

From the plump swell of your rear to the subtle valley of your belly button each curve is evident. Your uptight agitation even causes your nipples to firm, pleasantly protruding through the fabric.

Time and again I see your eyes flicker to your cardigan hanging near the door. You dare not reach for it.

I smirk as I think how far this innocent girl has come. Yet, I know there is so much farther to go. Today will be a significant step forward in her education.

Finally accepting there is no amount of touch ups to your makeup that will draw attention from your figure you stand before me for final inspection.

I tower over your perusing your nubile frame not just with my eyes but with my large broad fingers. I trail your body with a hand on either waist, one curves to your back and through your chestnut braid, the other tweaks your pert nipple. Eventually my hand rises until its grasped firmly round your throat.

With a gentle tug of your hair I pivot your neck until your eyes look into my own. My neck arches down from on high as a gentle squeeze of my thumb edges you to the tips of your toes. With a gentle but ferocious affection I kiss your upper lip and flick my broad thick tongue against your more delicate one.

“Almost Perfect!!” I declare with the taste of your cherry lips lingering on my tongue. “Just one minor adjustment.”

Slowly I squat to the floor alerting you to ajar door. You can see the neighbours in their yard. You’re thankfully they haven’t noticed you.

Unabashed by the public display I slide my hands up the inside of your naked thighs and the high hemline of your dress. Cupping my hands round your derriere I grasp tightly to your lace panties and tug them to your knees.

A touch of gooey arousal lingers on the fabric. I lift your dress just high enough to kiss your nervous little clit. I feel your body purr with pleasure but satisfy it no more.

Raising myself once more I stuff your panties in my rear pocket and allow you to adjust your dress once more.

"You'll be fine," I tell you reassuring affection before seizing your tiny hand and leading you into the bright summers sun.

Looking nervously down you see the vibrant red lace of your lingerie poking out my rear pocket. There was little doubt they would not be noticed.

Hello everyone. I'm seeking a young submissive partner to corrupt and entice into a world of debauchery. If you are interested in a long term adventure I would be delighted to hear from you.

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