Asian Parade

“BRR! Now I’m cold!” I fib, scowling, but enjoying your pleasure
to my body’s reactions. I sit up, placing my feet on either side of the
lounger to rise, but you sit near the foot of the chair, sideways to me,
placing your hand on my bare thigh to keep me seated.
I watch your face, your eyes, as you appraise me - my tank top
rolled up to my breasts, my cut-off jeans unzipped and opened to allow
the sun to touch as much of me as possible without actually digging out
a bikini. These are my SHORT shorts. I don’t wear them in public.
Sitting as I am, I know without looking that my bush is quite visible
between my thighs, the denim hiding only the pinkness of my sex. I
never wear panties with these shorts - that would be a contradiction!
This is the first time you’ve seen them.