A lot of the next couple days were spent replaying the denim skirt incident in my mind while jerking off. A few days later, Emily was wearing a light pink and dark pink striped cotton dress that came down to about her knee (Picture 2-001). It was nothing special or flashy, but given how I couldn’t get the other day out of my mind, I went to visit her in her room hoping to get another peek.
She came over and we took our familiar positions on her bed. However, this time Emily sat with right leg on the floor and her left foot tucked behind her right knee. She probably felt a little “safer” with the longer skirt, and still continued to keep her hands in her lap, pressing the stretchy material down and denying me the view I desired.
I was determined though, especially after the previous incident, and continued our conversation. Eventually, her dress started to slowly creep up her thighs, exposing more and more. Once again, her hands were kept busy with text messages and the rising dress eventually rewarded my patience with a small view of her pink spandex panties with orange dots (Picture 2-002).
Her fidgeting varied the size of the display, but it was a continuous view of her tight spandex panties hugging her tight little crotch. The view lasted for maybe 10 minutes before we moved on to other things, but Emily gave me one last treat. As she was getting up, she lifted her right leg up and spread it even wider to get it off and clear of her left foot, giving me a wide and unobstructed view of her crotch as she pushed herself up to a standing position. It wasn’t as long as the denim skirt incident, but it was more than enough for my spank bank having both incidents happen in such a short span of time.
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