Something Less Modest

With a heavy sigh, you reach in and grab the lingerie first. You hold the bra up to your chest, beginning to cover your breasts, but you notice that it feels pretty uncomfortable. It causes your skin to itch slightly, but it also just feels wrong in general. You slip the bra back off, and look at yourself in the closet’s mirror, naked. A thought crosses your mind. What if I didn’t wear any underwear? I mean, I don’t really wanna stoop to the level of wearing lingerie anyways, right? At least this way I keep some of my manhood intact.

With that in mind, you toss the lingerie back in the closet, and grab the tank top. But right before you throw it on, another thought crosses your mind: This tank top doesn’t really show too much skin. I’d rather give Frank a little something to look at, right? You recognize the thought as not really yours, but the longer it lingers on your mind, the more it feels like the notion is right. Tepidly, you toss the tank top back in, before pulling the pink crop top over your chest. A small wave of arousal fills you, and you can feel your nipples harden against the top’s soft materials.

Now, without hesitation, you grab the short shorts and pull them up your thick thighs, wiggling your ass to fit in. It barely registers with you that you’ve forgone panties too. You give yourself a quick once over in the mirror before heading down to see Frank: no doubt he’ll appreciate your outfit more than you could by yourself. Your lips go slick with arousal as you step down the stairs, excited by the thought of Frank ogling you.