Thread: The Swap [JohnD and Sigr]

William could only smirk at how Laura took his words and then made it seem like it was all her plan on the drive home, repeating it a few times to make sure he got it. When they got into her room, by getting more comfortable he figured she meant just wearing some shorts, not being practically naked. When her breasts were exposed, William couldn't stop staring at them Wow.. were his only words before quickly getting a hold of himself, forcing him to look away I mean, uhm. Well everyone looks at your ass so much, they forget you have really nice boobs also. He had to say he felt a lot closer to Laura, the way she was taking action, the way she being a lot more open, obviously, the way their 'parts' now were arranged helped, they were close before, but this was a lot different. The more he checked out her boobs one the bed, the more he he felt himself getting warm, his skin sensitive, feeling his nipples rub against his shirt. It was a familiar feeling, but with a different twist on it, one that wasn't accompanied by a growing bulge. He decided it'd be best to try and ignore it, he didn't want Laura knowing he was getting horny just by seeing her breasts. I guess it's my turn! His tone still seemed eager, even if there was a hint of nervousness in it. He had told himself a million times that this was Laura, she'd never judge him based on his looks, and that this was just to see how they fit. Despite him trying to convince himself, he couldn't shake the feeling of being worried he wasn't going to impress her. He grabbed his jeans and tugged them down, kicking them off with his socks after. Then he grabbed the white T-Shirt he was wearing and pulled it off over his head, placing it with with the jeans. Laura had seen William often without a shirt, so it wasn't anything new. His slim-figure was just a bit toned from running track, and last came the white cotton panties, standing fully naked in-front of her. He looked through the Victoria's Secret bag, he truly wanted to wear some of the more comfortable ones she picked, but he didn't want to disappoint her. She did a big favor for him today, kept things under control, directed him, bought the right things for him, he wanted to keep her happy and entertain her. This was as much of a reward for her as her taking her shirt off was for him. He pulled out a few of the lace and non lace thongs out of the bag, bending over naked to get them out, showing off his ass in full view and not even realizing it. There were black, pink and purple lace, and black and white non-lace. He started off with the non-lace ones, sliding on the black one and immediately realizing how they burrow in between his cheeks. His few steps towards her were just him getting used to how they felt, not even considering how they look. When he got towards her, he showed off all sides of him, letting her get a close-up view of the fit while she was on the bed. He did the same for the other non-lace thong he picked out, not saying much and just trying to get used to how they felt. He put the ones he already wore back in the bag, and this time slid on the black lace thong, now this one he felt sexy in, despite how uncomfortable it was. He even checked himself out in the mirror briefly before walking towards her, admiring how nice the thong looked on him. His friends would probably be making fun of him until the day he died over this, but with Laura everything felt natural and nothing was off-limits. When he got towards Laura this time, he was feeling particularly daring, empowered by his new confidence, and decided to bend over right in front of her. Giving her a perfect view of how his ass looked in the thong. While he slowly bent himself back up, his mind raced, wondering if that was too much, was that crossing a line? Or, did that get her hard? He didn't want her suffering with a hard-on when they went to lunch, it was his fault she even had the monster anyway. There was a rush of guilt, excitement, nervousness, and his own arousal of seeing her naked mixing in his mind. He decided to take a deep breath, and help her out, if she wanted it. You can, you know, touch me, if you want. It'd just make me feel better about looking good in these. I don't have my dick anymore, obviously, so I'm not going to be pressuring you into anything. You can do whatever you want though, you don't have to hold back at all with me. You don't have to hold back , and he meant it, whether it was with words or actions, they only had each other and holding anything back would just lead to resentment and them arguing, he knew first hand. He realized just how embarrassing it'd be if he read her all wrong, and she wasn't aroused or turned on at all. It was a risk he wanted to take though, plus, he knew what watching someone bend over can do to you. He got closer to her, being in range to let her grab his ass or hips. If she said no however, he'd finish the fashion show as they intended.