The girl gives Isabel the contents of the bag, but...

Originally written by hanskumoekk on writing.com

The brunette ogled Isabel's body, giggling each time Isabel squirmed in embarrassment.

"I'll give you the bag" the brunette said, as she held the bag out to Isabel, just out of reach for her.

"Just put it on the floor, please..." Isabel said, defeated.

"No no, you need to take it from my hand" the brunette said, still giggling. Isabel was fuming as she reached out with the arm that covered her breasts, uncovering them once again.

"Even though I love looking at your bare breasts, that's the wrong hand."

"What?!" Isabel screeched.

"You heard me... The other hand."

Isabel looked down at the other hand, which at the moment was preoccupied with cupping her most sensitive and most private area. She'd managed to keep that part hidden when she pulled her panties down, but the brunette made it way harder for her now.

"It's either that hand or no bag. Your choice..." the brunette said. "I'm waitiiiing..."

Isabel sighed, blushed and half-growled at the same time. She pressed her thighs together to hide as much as she could possibly hide, and then she reached out with the hand that used to cup her love spot.

"Haha, you may try to hide it with your thighs as much as you want, but I can see everything" the brunette teased, making Isabel blush even more. She ripped the bag out of the brunette's hands as she held it in front of her own crotch.

"There, you have the bag now. Satisfied?" the brunette asked. Isabel got down in a squatting position, still with the bag shielding her crotch, as she started to shuffle through it.

The brunette smiled.

Isabel continued to shuffle through the bag.

"Where are the clothes?! All I can see is....things!" Isabel yelled.

"Well, when did I say that there were a lot of clothes in that bag? There is one item of clothing, but the rest is just things I've put in the same bag."

She was right. There was one article of clothing in there...