You try it on

You don't waste a second and start undressing, your hands trembling with anticipation as you pull your shirt over your head. The fabric brushes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You toss the shirt aside and reach for the waistband of your shorts, your fingers fumbling with the button. Finally, you shed your last piece of clothing, standing there naked.

The cool air of the bathroom caresses your bare skin, raising goosebumps on your arms and legs. You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Cait's body wash that still lingers in the air. With a trembling hand, you lower the thong to your feet, then you step inside of it, the cool fabric of the thong sliding against your skin. You reach for the bra in the laundry basket, your fingers brushing against the delicate lace. You lower the bra to your chest, the cool lace sliding against your skin. You fasten the straps around your shoulders, the bra settling into place. The soft cups cradle your chest, the lace digging into your skin slightly.

You step in front of the mirror, your reflection staring back at you. The black lace of the bra contrasts sharply against your skin, the cups resting on your chest muscles. You can see the outline of your nipples through the delicate fabric, the cool lace scraping against your sensitive flesh.

You reach up and cup your chest, the soft flesh spilling over your hands. The bra shifts with your movement, the straps digging into your shoulders. You turn to the side, examining your profile in the mirror. The bra rides high on your chest, the lace edge pressing into your armpits. You step back and look down at your ass, surprised by how feminine it looks in the thong. The thong's lace edge disappears between your cheeks, accentuating their roundness. You turn to the side, watching as your ass jiggles slightly with the movement.

But then you notice the obvious bulge tenting the front of the thong, your six-inch cock straining against the delicate fabric. The thong does little to conceal the outline of your manhood, the head of your cock poking out from the bottom of the thong. You groan softly, your hand moving down to cover the bulge, your fingers wrapping around your hard shaft. You look back up and start moving your hips left and right, trying to emulate the seductive movements of a sexy woman. The thong shifts with your movement, the lace edge peeking out from your ass cheeks. You turn to the side, watching as your hips sway, the thong accentuating the curve of your ass. The bra rides high on your chest, the lace digging into your skin as you breathe heavily.