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Cinderella
A
Mexican theme date
By Pierre
Coda (Continued from
Getting ready
for the Latin style date)
The dress I selected was similar to
salsa dancers but not the
same. A shining blue dress that I had received a long time ago
as a gift. Actually, when I used to be much younger, almost five years ago. Since then I had grown up in size both at my
top and hips but the dress still looked fine as the color was
still popular in Japan.
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The only reason that made me a bit
nervous was that I had never used this dress before since I thought it was too provocative to wear it in front of others, at
least not to the kind of places I went to in my neighborhood.
The dress is meant to be used without
bra and the dress is so
tight that every curve of the body shows through the stretch fabric. While I
was desperately looking for a matching
bra, I could not find one so I decided go with the next best - black. While I used a
bra to fix one problem the new problem that came up was that the
bra showed all over, especially in the back, and invited
more attention than I intended. Oh! What could I do, especially at the last moment! If I look too
hot, is that my problem? Well, may be yes. I wonder if I
should have been braless. ~
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 How can a Mexican meal be complete without margaritas?
While I do not consider myself to be an expert at margaritas, I
tried and it appeared that Hiroo liked them. I did not have nachos but
Japanese rice crackers came in handy. During our five-day relationship, it was the first time that we were having
so much difficulty communicating about serious matters. Hiroo seemed so enchanted by my body that he had a hard time
paying attention to what I was trying to tell him. While it made
us both quieter, I realized that I was starting to feel good about
it - the power that a woman has over a man. Didn't all those people tell me all my life that I was ugly? Here I was making
the cutest guy on the planet hot for me. Was it because I
never gave all these people a chance all my life by dressing in baggy jeans
and sweatshirts?
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The fajitas came out better than I had expected and Hiroo
looked extremely pleased with the jalapenos. He gets his kick out of hot and spicy food and he was having a good time, it
seemed. I was so pleased that I could make him happy with food that was not only new for both of us but also to his liking,
even though I tried it for the first time. Of course, Hiroo did
not realize that margaritas are not beers and that did make him
a lot more drunk than he would have liked to. So much so that when I switched to the music by the Gypsy Kings, he actually
stood up, took his tie off and started dancing. It was nice to see
Hiroo in such a nice mood, especially a part of his personality
that made him look so liberated. Combined with the effect that
I had on him, the good food, and margaritas were making Hiroo liberate his spirit.
At some point, Hiroo gestured to me to join him. As we
danced together while I could hear the drum and the guitar, I could feel Hiroo's hands on my body. The fabric of my dress
clung to my body so tightly that I could almost feel the heat of
his hands touching my skin. Of course, as we danced together, whether deliberate or not, I sensed Hiroo's hands on my bare
back and his fingers fumbling with my bra
straps, and his legs
touch mine. My short dress was so short that if I moved one bit, Hiroo could have looked at my
underwear.
The drums were no longer playing and we could listen to just the guitar. As Hiroo put his cheeks against mine, I was already
opening my mouth. Hiroo was a willing partner and very soon we were not only
kissing passionately but also feeling the heat
from each other's bodies. As we started feeling each other more aggressively, my dress was already pulling up exposing
my lace thongs that I had selected especially for this dress since any other panties would show up through the tight dress.
Hiroo looked pleased as he started gently stroking my now bare
hips. I could see Hiroo struggling to unhook my bra despite the fact that the hook was exposed at the back. I was already
feeling shy now that Hiroo was looking at my derriere since this was something that I had not mentally prepared for and I
could not recall the last time that I had taken off my clothes for
a man. It seems that Wacoal had designed a man-friendly bra since once Hiroo was able to unhook
it; he pulled it away from
my body in no time. Fortunately I was still covered with my blue dress but the way things were proceeding
it was clear that this would not last for too long and Hiroo would be admiring my
body for the first time.
Continued:
Cinderella makes love to her boyfriend
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