Dinner and painting

Watson arrived at Rina's, ready to flirt and to paint. As he arrived at the front door she opened it, not need for him to ring the bell. She had changed from her school clothes into a set of grey sweat pants and a white tank top with a white bra underneath.

"Wow I don't even need to ring."

"Hi!" she said gleefully and gave him a big hug. He returned it intensely and they went inside.

They spent 15 minutes moving furniture around and out of her room, laying down tarp, and applying painters tape. She did in fact have everything he would need. As they were moving her drawer, Watson suggested something.

"Hey if we take the actual drawers out it'll be easier to move out of here."

"Oh... That means you'll see inside them?"

"There something in there you don't want me to see?" He says stepping towards the top drawer and beginning to open it.

"Watson! I-- um..."

You'll see my panties! Boys aren't supposed to see my panties... Not even Watson... Could he? Would it be okay? He did touch my butt and my butthole a few days ago. Is this worse? Maybe not worse, but it doesn't feel right. Am I embarrassed? I think I feel so tender around him because I want him to like me... I want him to think certain things of me. I don't know if he will after he sees my panties. What if they're not sexy enough for him. Oh come on that's crazy Rina.

"You don't want me to see your underwear?"

She blushed bright red, stared at the ground, and shook her head. Still quite shy. It seems Rina is very willing and wanting to be intimate, as long as she is **** or compelled a little. Once she's in it, she likes it, but takes a bit of physical persuasion to get her there.

"No, is that okay?" She said nervously.

He laughed. "Yeah of course, so sorry, didn't even think about it. Although the ones I saw in the bathroom today looked just fine."

She hit him gently in the shoulder. "You said you didn't see!"

"I didn't see behind the panties... I did see them though."

Rina looked at him and blushed. "Well okay then. I feel I'm going to regret asking you to come into that bathroom with me Watson."

This night isn't going to just be about painting is it... Oh Rina, what were you thinking. Inviting a boy over to paint your house. It's only been 15 minutes and he's looking at your underwear.

"Regret? Why?"

"I don't know... This is all very new to me and it makes me nervous."

"I know, I went too far the other day when I touched your butt, I'm sorry. Got a bit carried away, you're just really attractive and it's hard to stop myself."

She blushed hard. "Really?"

You did a little, Watson, but I liked it. I don't think I'm ready for my butthole to be touched like that again. Not in that kind of a sexual way anyway. That was too much. If only there was a way for him to touch me that wasn't sexual. That didn't make me feel so exposed. Like I'm betraying my family, like I'm a slut. My father would think so. Maybe he's wrong... Today in the bathroom was okay, because there was a reason for me to there, for my panties to be down. Am I trying to find a reason for Watson to see me in my panties?

"Really... But let's get these drawers out shall we." He opened the first and got a front row seat to all her undergarments. Lace, cotton, boxers, all arranged and folded neatly. Watson smirked.

"Why the smile?" She questioned me cutely.

"I'm just thinking how I'd like to see you in some of these."

“Okay sir, keep it moving.”

Me too Watson...

He chuckled and continued. Soon he was on a ladder painting the walls and trim. Rina walking in and out preparing dinner and checking on him.