OK, one more story. There was a young lady we called the Class President, or just the Prez, because she always dressed like a preppy who had escaped from the 1950's. Long skirts, high-necked shirts, basically no flesh to be seen. If my mother saw her, she would say she "looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth". Yet she was sexy enough, because she was beautiful, had long brown hair, and her blouse was always just tight enough that you could tell she was really stacked. Unfortunately, her underwear was usually as conservative as her outerwear: granny panties, thick bras, even a girdle! (You youngsters can Google that...)
One she came in with a friend, and I overheard her say, "I'm meeting Matthew tonight." Somehow, those five words really jumped out at me. I got the idea that she planned to make this Matthew a happy fellow indeed... Of course I watched her in the dressing room. Instead of her usually ugly underclothes, she was wearing an old fashioned boustier, only the bra area was transparent. She had freakin' pierced nipples!
Her panties panties were sheer, too, and I could make out dark bush. Yum!
My only question was, what did this sunuvab*tch Matthew do to deserve this?