Give Heather what she wants

“It’s not that I’m scared.” you explain. “But, let’s just say I’d do it, what would you do for me?” you asked.

“I don’t know if I’d do anything.” Heather answers. “What would you want?”

You smile to yourself, thinking what you might want in return..... maybe a blow job or a hand job. But before you can answer she says, “You’re not seeing me naked or anything like that, so don’t even think about it, John.”

So, grinning back at her you answer, “How about your panties?”

“Don’t you already have a pair of my underwear?” she asks, curiously.

“Yes,” you answer. “But not the ones you’re wearing now. I’ll let you look at me as much as you want, but in return, you have to let me have the panties you’re wearing.”

“That’s bizarre.” Heather replies, then cracks a smile she asks, “Are you some kind of panty weirdo?”

“Bizarre or not, that’s the deal, Heather,” you say. “Take it or leave it. Your panties in exchange for another look at my dick.”

Heather thinks for a moment and then smiles a sly smile back at you. “Alright,” she says, “but you have to promise me you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

“No problem.” You quickly answer, as you sit back down on the grass. While Heather watches intently, you adjust your legs until the bottom of your shorts opened up. “Can you see?” you ask.

Heather moves to the side a little and looks down into your shorts. “Yeah,” she answers, “but not as good as before. Pull it out a little for me?”

Glancing around to make sure no one is looking; you casually move your hand down between your legs and reach into the leg hole of your shorts. Grabbing the head of your cock, stretched it out and pushing your shorts aside so your dick almost flops completely out.

“Wow.” She says softly, as she looks down at you. After a few moments, she moves closer, almost so she was standing between your feet, and peers between your legs.

Then moving her head up to look around, “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” Heather remarks. Then abruptly stops speaking and stares between your legs.

This made you start to get hard. Knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it, you I let it happen and despite your better judgment, you don’t cover yourself.

Heather’s eyes light up when she sees you getting thicker and harder. You can almost read the expression on her face as it gets longer and becomes more and more erect right in front of her eyes. With every millimeter it rises, her expression gets more and more excited, and her eyes fill with wonder. By the time you are fully hard, your cock is sticking up through the leg hole of your shorts, straining for the sky. You move your elbows down to your waist to shield your fully raised pole from the side view.

After a minute or two of letting her look, you break the silence, “Now for your end of the bargain.”

“Fine, not right here, though!” Heather replies, as she continues looking down at your member. “I’ll go to the bathroom and bring them back to you.”