She Only Wore a Shirt to the Funeral
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At a funeral, Brent can't help but notice a woman attending in what looks like just a black shirt. From the glimpse of panties as she sits down, to the knowing grin she gives him as he leaves, there's something special about this encounter. The reception brings a debate about whether she's wearing a shirt or a dress - but the answer stops mattering once it's crumpled up on the floor! More
At a funeral, Brent can't help but notice a woman attending in what looks like just a black shirt. From the glimpse of panties as she sits down, to the knowing grin she gives him as he leaves, there's something special about this encounter. The reception brings a debate about whether she's wearing a shirt or a dress - but the answer stops mattering once it's crumpled up on the floor!
Contains explicit sex.
“I was beginning to think you were chicken,” said a sultry voice from behind me. I turned around slowly, trying to use the time to think of an appropriate response.
No appropriate response was possible. Jade was sitting on a chair by the washer, her legs crossed enticingly. She wore the same smirk she’d given me from the cry room, her hands folded on her lap in such a way as to pull the shirt down, covering her legs just a little bit more.
I shook my head. “Just careful. Private talks should remain private,” I replied.
Her eyebrow shot up, and one of her fingers touched her upper lip, then ran down her chin. “Mmm. And what exactly do you want to talk about?” she asked.
I leaned against the wall, next to the door. “Well, you’re the one who asked me in here, so I think that’s for you to say. By the way, I’m Brent, and I’m not part of the family.”
“Good to hear. My name is Jade, and I think I caught you looking up my dress.”
I shrugged. “I don’t think you can call that a dress, Jade. As far as I can tell, it’s just a long button-up dress shirt. And you can’t blame a guy for looking - we look because it’s weird, then we can’t look away because you’re gorgeous.”
Jade giggled. “This is a dress shirt, which still has the word ‘dress’ in it. Don’t you know it’s rude to look up a girl’s dress?” she pressed.
I rolled my eyes and stepped closer to her. “Afraid it doesn’t count. I mean, look at this,” I said as I gestured at the open slit in the front, below the lowest button. “I couldn’t see your panties if you were wearing a dress. I’m sort of sorry that I looked in church, but you’ve got to be kidding me if you say you weren't trying to show off a little.”
Jade put her hand to her chest, like a delicate Southern flower who’d just been offended. “Why, I can’t imagine why you’d call this inappropriate!” she said in a shocked tone. Her words were accompanied by her uncrossing her legs, switching which one was on top. The scene was very Basic Instinct.
I grinned. “I can imagine a lot reasons to call it inappropriate,” I informed her. “Not the least of which is that you were wearing panties when you did that. Don’t you know you’re supposed to go commando?”
Jade’s grin turned into a smirk. “Lock the door, stud. This is going to get interesting.”