The next day.

The sun peeking through the blinds awoke Sammy from a deep slumber that had been filled with crazy dreams involving her being nude or flashing someone. She slept well and none of the dreams had been terribly unpleasant, some of what she remembered was..... fun? She wasn't exactly sure but as she climbed out of bed yesterday's events played in her head again and a glance at the cupless bra on her dresser sent a shiver through her. She couldn't tell if it was excitement or embarrassment. She was walking into the kitchen wearing just a thin tight white tank top and her super man panties when she heard a noise at her door. "What was that?" She thought as she headed towards it. A peak through the peephole revealed only an empty hallway. She listened quietly but heard nothing. She cracked the door and looked out. That's when she heard the footsteps in the fire escape. "It's him" she thought. She ran down the hall and flung the door open hoping to catch who she assumed was her "admirer". She was just in time to see the door to the outside, a floor below, swing open and a figure slip through it. She ran down the stairs and flung the door open and bright sunlight hit her in the face. She stood holding the door, blinked her eyes and looked around. "Where did he go?" She thought. There were a lot of students headed to their first period and she didn't see anyone that looked like they where fleeing. She studied a boy walking towards her when he looked up and stopped. He smiled at her, looked her up and down and said "Hey, you look lost super girl. Can I help you? " "Huh" she thought shaking her head and looking around for someone hurrying away. She raised up and down on her tippy toes trying to spot him. This made her breasts bounce up and down deliciously. "Did you see someone come out of this door before me?" She asked him. "If I did I didn't notice them but you? I couldn't miss you." He answered smartly. "What are you...." she started to speak and trailed off. It wasn't dread she felt this time but disbelief. Sammy looked down and realized what she had done. Despite it being a warm summer day her nipples where hardening and clearly visible through the thin cotton and she was of course still in the stupid panties that started this whole mess. "Dammit, I'm losing my fucking mind" she mumbled under her breath. She didn't really feel embarrassed this time but just couldn't believe after the previous events of the day before she'd run out like this. "Where is my head at?" She thought as she turned around and went back inside quickly. " I love you!" shouted the boy just before the door closed with a thud. That actually made her laugh out loud. She climbed the stairs and peeked out to make sure it was empty. It was. She entered her hallway and tip toed to her door. She glanced down and saw a package. "Oh boy, ill bet I know who this is from" She thought. She bent over and studied them. There was a letter and a small box. "What a sweet ass!!!" Yelled a voice from a few feet behind her. Sammy jumped and let out shriek. Her neighbor and friend Peter was walking towards her smiling broadly at catching her in this state. She and Peter had had a few classes together and had hung out several times with mutual friends. He was cute but a shameless flirt, but she still liked him. "You scared the crap out of me" she hissed at him, smacking his arm then covering her chest with one arm. "Who woulda thought cute little Sammy had such a smoking little body?" peter teased as he grabbed her free hand and and twirled her around. "Ahhhh, stop that!" She squealed unable to control her giggling. He stopped her facing him and she reached her other hand out, freeing her breasts, to steady herself against the wall. "I'm serious Sammy, you should show that body off more often. " he said looking her up and down. "You shoulda been at my yoga class" was the thought that popped in her head. She was slightly embarrassed and could feel herself blushing but she was also flattered so she didn't cover up. His eyes on her body excited her. Her nipples hardened again and Peter noticed, his eyes widening. "Excited to see me eh?" He said arrogantly. "Yeah, you wish!" She replied pulling away and turning back towards her door. She exaggeratedly bent over at the waist, giving him a view of her ass and picked up the package and letter. Peter laughed out loud and started clapping. She winked at him seductively and went into her apartment. She leaned against the closed door breathless and giggled to herself. "What has gotten into me? I think I might be crazy" she thought. She carried the package and letter into the kitchen table and sat down. She opened the letter and read it:

Dear Sammy

I truly hope yesterday was a positive experience for you. You looked radiant! Yoga class looked especially challenging but you honored our deal. Today you don't have to wear the outfit I provided, unless of course you want to. Please keep it as a gift. Your new, less risqué task is, you must wear a skirt or dress no longer than mid thigh but no underwear, including a bra. Enjoy and Carpe diem!

An admirer

Sammy lay the letter down and started thinking about her wardrobe. " What do I have that's mid thigh...." her thought trailed off as she suddenly remembered the package. She grabbed a knife and cut the tape and tore the box open. She pulled out a dress. It was strapless, with a short little skirt that floated out with a little tulle underneath to make it flare a bit. The top was like a corset with short little cups flat across the top. "Omg, this is really cute." She thought heading to her room.

She pulled her tank over her head and and shimmed into the dress. Looking in the mirror Sammy can't help but admire her reflection. Her breasts look full, pushed up and lifted perfectly with her nipples scant millimeters from popping out. Her legs looked long, toned and perfect. As she stares into the mirror she thinks to herself " hot damn this dress makes me look sexy as hell. Could I wear this? Is it to formal for class? Not if I pair it with some casual sneakers or flats...." She spun around and around dancing and laughing. Every time she shifted or raised her arms one or both nipples popped out and with every twirl her superman undies showed but Sammy didn't notice as she just felt beautiful in it. Feeling a little drunk and flustered her original thought came back " Do I own anything mid-thigh that I'd rather wear?" She flipped through her closet and found the only dress that would work. It was short a white summer dress that wrapped around and tied at the side. It came to a loose V just below her breasts and the hem rose high up on her thighs. She bought this as a bathing suit cover up last summer. She shimmied out of the first dress and threw it on the bed. She put her arms in the summer dress, drew it around her and tied it up. She spun around and around again. She was seeing herself differently in a very short period of time. "Do I really look this good?" She thought as she was again entranced by how sexy she looked. The dress was loose as Sammy had bought it as a cover up, her nipples where visible through the fabric and if she leaned or bent over the V gaped or swung away from her breast but she didn't see it, all Sammy could think was "My skin looks so tan and my legs go on forever". She untied the dress, took it off and laid it on the bed. She stood topless in her superman undies, chewing a nail, and contemplating which dress she should choose.