The Thong!

Charlotte considered herself a sweet and honest girl but also adveturous. With long red hair and a slim build (from her narrow hips to her 'just barely b-cups') She was barely 18, had just graduated highschool and took a year off from college so she could see the world. Of course, for someone so prudent, seeing the world meant getting her wealthy parents to front her plane tickets to Europe along with train tickets, hotel rooms and shopping. They knew had to protect their innocent baby girl.

Most parents want to believe that about their daughters but in this case it's actually true. Charlotte had hardly kissed a boy and never with tounge. Her parents had barely seen her naked, let alone anyone else. In the girl's locker she'd use the private handicapped stall rather then be in a room with naked girls. Forget about naked boys. She considered porn sites discusting and silly. Even works of art of naked men and women, she'd avert her eyes.

While part of her was curious she was far to afraid to get pregnant, or get an std. There was just too much that could go wrong. No Charlotte decided long ago she would wait until marriage and only marriage. Sex was a distraction she could not afford. There were too many things to learn, to know, to do before she could worry about having a family.

That was about to change, though she didn't know it.

She was was of her many shopping trips in a little town in the German country side when she saw a street peddler selling vintage clothing. An old woman who wore a lot of jewelry and looked rather weathered in her age.

"Leave girl. I have nothing you need." The old woman said as she pointed her walking stick at Charlotte.

"That's no way to treat a customer! How rude you are! You won't get many sales that way." Charlotte came closer determinedly. "Maybe you have something I want!"

"Doubtful. My wares are not for the young and innocent which you clearly are. But if you dare, look through... You've been warned though." With that the old woman took out an old wood pipe and began to smoke.

Charlotte humphed, now determined to buy something. She looked through the cloths furiously, all of it looked stained and old. That's when her eyess come across something... interesting. A thong. A simple black thong. It didn't look old at all, but rather brand new.

Well now, this is interesting. Charlotte hand never owned one, though she always wondered what it felt like to have one on. She looked at the vendor, then back a the thong. It would be so embrassing to ask to buy it, especially given this woman's demeanor.

"I'll take these." She put thirty euro on the table and ran.