Hot Thong

“Ahhhhh, now that's one hot thong,” I said to my girl, as she was undressing to change for the dinner dance we were going to that night. “I where it just for you baby,” she replied and sauntered around in front of the mirror. She pulled on the sides of her hot thong and scotched it up a little higher. I wasn't sure how she could walk with it so tight between her as, but she had told me it actually felt good and gave her a rush.

“We don't have to go to that silly dinner, do we?” she grinned from ear to ear. Looking down at her hot thong was getting me pretty hot my self. “Well,” I smirked, “I guess we don't HAVE to. We can always go later. You could wear that hot thong underneath your dress and only you and I would know about it.” She bent over, pretending to look in the mirror and then walked backwards, almost sticking her hot thong in my face.