“Please, Kimberly, I’m not asking for that.”
“I have a short flower skirt. Colorful panties in case the wind flips the skirt up and a white tank top. Choose a color but bra and panties should match. Be quick.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He left her.
Images of a frothy shampoo dribbling from her hair and landing on her body before sliding off and landing in the patter of shower water at her feet left him plenty of discomfort in the tight contraption he wore, which grew even less roomy as he sifted through Kimberly’s intimates’ drawer and selected matching sky-blue underwear. He found the skirt and top and laid them out on the bed with her underwear laid out on top. He guessed at socks and shoes and arranged them on the floor beneath her laid out clothes. He returned to the bathroom in time to have t
