Possessive 1
"Is this really the kind of thing that turns you on? You like the vintage look? Boy, what exactly do you like about these old fashioned girdles?" Her lips form a perfect smirk as she continues to tease you. "You were coming down here for some outdoor recreation weren't you? A little bushwalk? A little wank behind a tree?" She laughs warmly. "I'm kidding. You're a sweety. So old fashioned. Why don't you just do it in front of your computer like every other boy?"
You don't know if it is possible for you to blush or sweat or stammer any harder. "It's not mine . . . I mean . . . .I just found this . . ." You can't look her in the face, instead you have your face down focused on the images on the page in front of you.
"You're cute you know, and you've already said that I'm perfect. I can see the tent in those shorts, so wouldn't you rather look at me while you rub it?"
You begin to raise your head to look at her.
"No, no, not yet." She chides. "I asked you a question, and I want to hear your answer. You can rub yourself while you tell me exactly what it is that excites you about these panties."
(THINK ABOUT YOUR ANSWER, you should speak it out loud, she really wants you to say what you think about the lingerie)