Shy Girl My Ass

Fbailey story number 542


Shy Girl My Ass


I was with my mother at a Chinese Buffet when a mother and her daughter sat right in my line of sight. The daughter was really cute but she was dressed like a holly holler church girl. The mother on the other hand was wearing a very short blue jean miniskirt and a short top that exposed most of her midriff section. The mother was not wearing a bra and her large nipples looked like two headlights. She had my undivided attention. Then she sat down, her knees separated, and her bright white panties came into view. Oh my God!

Mom thought that I was looking at her as we talked but in reality I was looking over her shoulder at that woman. I was treated to her getting up and sitting down several times and each time was just as exciting. I was in love with her panty-covered pussy.

When it was time to pay our bill and leave the woman and her daughter got up too. As our mothers waited to pay, the daughter stood next me.

She said, “Here. My mother told me to take these off and give them to you.” Then she handed me her panties. I looked at them in my hand. She said, “Aren’t you supposed to smell them or something.” I was too startled to know what to do but I held them up to my nose and inhaled just as her mother smiled at me. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

Both mothers walked over to us.

Mom said, “This is Mrs. Greene and she said that you couldn’t take your eyes off her daughter so we have been invited to her house for a swim and a barbecue later.”

I was told to ride with them. Mrs. Greene told us to sit in the backseat together.

The girl whispered, “Now you know what I have to put up with. I cannot believe that she made me give my panties to you. How humiliating.”

I whispered back, “My name is Fran who are you.”

She replied, “Betty Sue and I’m fourteen, a virgin, and I’ve always been shy around boys.”

I replied, “I’m fourteen too, also a virgin, and I’ve always been shy around girls. But you’re different.”

She said, “You too. I never talk to boys like I’m talking to you.”

At her house we were sent up to Betty Sue’s bedroom to change…with very specific instructions…that we put on matching orange tear drop bathing suits.

Betty Sue took my hand and we walked up the stairs to the second floor and all the way down to the end of a long hallway.

Her mother shouted out, “You might want to shave.”

Once inside Betty Sue said, “My mother is going to embarrass me to death one of these days. That orange bathing suite as she called it has less material in it than the panties that I gave you, and that includes your orange bathing suite too.”

Then she took them out of a drawer and held them up for me. Oh my God!

Then Betty Sue said, “To top it off they turn invisible when they get wet. I’ll have to shave my pubic hair off to wear it.”

I looked into her beautiful face for the first time and she smiled at me as I said, “Please don’t shave your pussy. I’d like to see your hair down there. None of the girls on the Internet have hair.”

Betty Sue said, “As long as you’re going to see me nude in the pool I might as well let you look now.