She lets her thoughts wander over the events of today, how she has ended up wearing the underwear she is current in, the shopping trip, and flashing her underwear to the young courier boy. And as she pictures it all, she realises how close some of it is to the fantasies she has written in her diary. She shivers as she realises this, realising that while she is disgusted by the way it is happening, being blackmailed like this, in other circumstances, she would actually fantasise about today while she masturbated. And with that thought in her mind she started to write, trying to push the horrid thoughts aside and allow in the ones that sexually excite her.
“Dear diary, can’t believe what I did today, it was so naughty, but it got me so wet. Was waiting for a delivery, and when it arrived, I opened the door to find a young lad, maybe 18 or 19, waiting with it. Well, I couldn’t stop myself, because I was only in a light robe, I let it fall open and gave him a perfect view of what I had on underneath, just the tiniest little pair of panties and a push up bra. Was feeling so sexy, and so naughty.
And it was so funny seeing this lad stare, he tried to pretend he wasn’t looking but he did such a bad job. He was almost dribbling as he gave me a good look up and down. And seeing him look at me like that, well, I’m sure he could smell my sex, smell how excited I was feeling.
And as he handed me the parcel, his hand was so unsteady, so as I reached out to take it, I made sure the robe stayed wide apart so he could see me for longer. And this time he didn’t hide as he looked me all over. And oh god, how hot it made me, this lad, not even half my age, giving me the once over. And all I could think about was how I would so love him to fuck me, feel his young cock in me, get fucked by this young boy.”
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