Andi receives a visit from the sexual surrogate therapist. High Quality Porn

Closet TV meets a man and learns to accept herself.

They ride up into the crack of her ass and cover only half of each ass cheek. The waist band is so low that I can almost see the crack of her ass emerging form the top. In the front, its cut so low that I can tell she must shave her pussy at least most of the way clean. Not only is she certainly not wearing panties under these but I get to watch the bare bottom of her ass sway and jiggle with every step she takes around the apartment. I've sat in the living room pretending to watch television for over an hour once while I watched her clean the kitchen in these "shorties."

I loved my chance to see more of Amy, but my cock was in pain all the time. I needed to have her but was afraid to voice my feelings. What if she felt different? Then our friendship would be destroyed. I resigned myself to fantasizing about her wildly and masturbating.

One Friday night, Amy was going out to a part down the street at a Frat house. I was staying in to catch up on some reading as I was getting too far behind. "You sure you don't want to come?" she asked from her room across the hall as she dressed to go out.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks for the invite though, hon," I replied.

"No problem," she said. "Can you come in here for a second? I need your help with something."

I dutifully got up and meandered into her room. I saw her standing in front of her full length mirror checking herself out. She was dressed to kill. She was wearing a tight black spaghetti strap tank top which was cut so low her nipples were almost exposed. Her tits were spilling out of it and - of course - she was wearing no bra. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she turned to smile at me. I smiled back, gulping as discreetly as possible and sitting on the edge of the bed to hide my growing erection. She was also wearing a short denim skirt which came only an inch at most below her ass. Her long toned and bronzed legs were accented nicely by the heels she was wearing.

"What do you need, hon?" I asked trying to hide my frayed nerves.

"I was just wondering what you thought about how I looked," she replied.

I smiled and said, "You look amazing as usual, hon."

"Aw, thanks, sweetie," she said and grinned really big. "Do you think this top makes my tits look nice?" she asked as she reached up and squeezed them, lifted them, and let them fall and bounce.

I gulped audibly and said, "Yeah, hon. They look great." I checked out her tits again now that I had an excuse but I felt like she was surely going to be onto me.

She laughed, "You don't have to stare too long," and winked. "What about the skirt? Look nice?"

I simply nodded and smiled nervously.

She asked, "Do you think I should wear panties under it?"

My jaw must have dropped a little bit. "Don't you have any panties on now?" I asked.

"Nope. I hate panties. I almost never wear them. But this skirt is so short I thought maybe I should. Especially since I'm going to a frat party. What do you think?"

My dick was swelling. She never wore panties? I had to masturbate as soon as she left. She was turning me on so much, it was cruel. "I think you should probably wear some, just to be safe at the party," I finally said after a moment of thought.

"Okay," she said, "come pick a pair out for me." She opened the top drawer of her dresser and walked off to start applying some more make-up in the bathroom just outside her door. She left me to look through her panty drawer alone. I walked over to it and looked inside, finding - true to her word - a scarce selection. She didn't have much underwear to choose from since she rarely wore any. But what she did have was nothing but thongs and - more frequently - g-strings. I sorted through them licking my lips.

I picked out a sheer black g-string and carried it to her in the bathroom. I nearly stumbled when I saw her bent over the counter applying bright red lipstick. She was bent over far enough that the bottom of her ass was peaking out from under her skirt. She looked over at me and smiled, apparently not noticing.

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