It took more than a week. We often called up Pasha. Long talked on different topics. I really liked to communicate with him. Everything was so relaxed and cool. And our sex on Skype and on the phone just blew my roof. That he was so young excited me incredibly! And when he saw my jet orgasms, he was generally delighted with this. By this time we already knew a lot about each other. I confessed to Pasha that I love strong, strong-willed men who can dominate a woman. Pasha tried to show me that he was exactly like that, and it really touched me and excited me. At my own request, he almost stopped calling me by name, and called me Shlyushka. I don’t know why I had this crazy idea, but I liked it so much.

Outside, the weather was already fine, and I flaunted in stockings, short skirts and dresses.

And once, playing in a strong, powerful man, my boy offered me one adventure. And I agreed. Ah, if I had refused it then ... But it happened.

He called me on Sunday morning. I just woke up and drank tea while sitting in the kitchen completely naked.

“Hi, Slut” - I heard his boyish voice.

“Comes smarter!” I was delighted with his call.

“What do you plan to do honey?”

“I don’t know yet,” I replied in confusion, “I’ll probably go shopping and go for a walk.”

“What will you wear?” Pasha asked mysteriously.

"I do not know. Warm outside. Probably something easy "

“I want to dress you up Schlush! Can?"

"Of course," I laughed. It seemed to me funny.

“Then go online, turn on the web. I will dress you »

I laughed, turned off the phone and turned on the computer. While loading was going on, I went to the bathroom, quickly washed and returned. Having set up the connection, we began to communicate with Pasha. I got out of the closet my outfits and showed him. Soon Pasha decided that I needed to wear. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) It was a pink silk blouse with buttons and a short dark blue loose skirt (bell) with white lace along the hem. Stockings he chose fancy flesh-colored with a side pattern. I took out the underwear and began to show him my panties and bras for selection.

"This is superfluous," I heard and looked at him in surprise at the computer monitor.

“You want me to go without any clothes?” I asked.

“Yes” - Pasha’s voice sounded firmly and resolutely - “Yes Hooch! Yes"

"Well ..." - I hesitated - "Good. How do you say, Pashenka.

"Wow!" - I thought - "I turned on the boy peasant." It seemed to me amusing, and I began to play along with him. Throwing a pile of panties and bras in the direction, I pulled on my stockings, put on a blouse, buttoned up all the buttons, and put on a skirt. Spinning in front of the camera, I looked inquiringly at Pasha.

"Super!" - he raised his thumb up - "Only buttons on the blouse unbutton on top, so that his chest could be seen."

I undid a few buttons and looked at Pasha again at the monitor. He nodded in satisfaction.

“Now make-up,” I said, and sat down at the table, opening the makeup bag.

After 15 minutes everything was ready. I turned to Pasha.

“Make your lips brighter,” he asked.

I took out a dark red lipstick and put on my lips. And so the plump lips became even more expressive and large.

“Now it’s good Slut!” I heard Pasha's voice. I smiled and stood up. I wore a white leather jacket and white stiletto heels. Standing in front of a large mirror, I spun, looking at my reflection. The way I look was super sexy.I did not fasten the zipper on the jacket to the end, so that my neckline could be seen. The skirt was so short that through the laces on the hem the openwork stocking was visible. “It is impossible to bend over,” I thought, “And if the wind is ..., oh, she is!” I went into the room and seemed to Pasha. He nodded approvingly.

“And you know,” he said suddenly, “Take some panties with you, some lace ones.” I shrugged and chose pink transparent lace panties from a pile of linen. Taking a small white handbag, I removed the panties in it.

“Well, I went,” I said, turning to Pasha.

“Well, wait for the call,” he replied. I turned off the computer, turned around at the mirror once more and opened the door of the apartment. There was a feeling inside me that something very unusual and even insane would happen very soon today. My feminine intuition just yelled about it.