The following Tuesday morning, 7.30 am.

Oh how I dreaded that alarm clock in the morning, the constant buzzing whizzed through my ears and Marcus, my boyfriend, barely moved an inch even though thirty five or so unwanted decibels were bellowing out. I pulled the quilt back looking at my lily white skin contrasting with our flowery quilt and pink sheets, I climbed unwillingly out of our king size divan. I covered Marcus with the quilt as it was his day off and took a quick look in the mirror at my tiny frame, what a mess!

I must eat more I thought, much more! I looked down at my body thinking why am I not perfect, why have I tiny boobs, why are my arms so skinny, why are my teeth crooked? A smile came to my face though when I saw that protruding mound in my panties where my thick bush was hidden and that thin landing strip was totally visible leading up to my navel.

I loved the way my shapely pussy would show through all my ultra tight low cut jeans, where the denim material would cut up into me revealing that deep crevice between my thighs, my thick lips bulging with my dark curly pubes, the lovely sexy shape of them. I loved the feeling when guys would fix there eyes down there as I walked past them in the street, knowing they could see the perfect outline of my bulging snatch.

What increased my desire was if they were arm in arm with their forlorn girlfriends or wives. Wow, that made me horny!

There were actually a few things I liked about my body I thought. My long legs, my rounded hips, my ultra tight waist and my silky flat belly. Come to think of it I guess all girls and guys liked and disliked many things on their bodies.

This Tuesday morning I had the misfortune of having Hector taking me to work thanks to my boss who insisted as my car was being serviced and Hector living only fifteen minutes from me was the logical solution, being the subway would take almost an hour due to engineering works.

Hector was a grossly impertinent man who was disliked at work by the majority of employees, his attitude was so annoying at times. He managed the accounts section for three sister companies covering 4 floors of the building. He was married and around 40, over six feet in height, always wore silk suits and thought he was gods gift to the female! Which I might add he was not. There was something about him though that always started my dignity twitching on occasion.

I dragged my limp body to the kitchen, still in my white transparent undersized lace hipster panties just about hanging on my petite yet peachy ass, even if I say so myself! I always wore those to bed, I just disliked wearing the same underwear out and then to sleep in, don't ask me why, I just don't know. Oh and tiny white and pale blue ankle socks, yes, I know, how sad a girl who wore socks to bed. Did I really care? No.

I whisked some milk up and gently added vanilla powder to make a delicious shake, a girl needs her vitamins. I looked at the kitchen, what a mess! My red patterned dress and my beige 20 denier pantyhose were all screwed up on the blemished light brown floor tiles adjacent to the stove. Also on the floor was the red silk thong, all three were the remains from the night before, a result of a one in million occasion where Marcus surprised me by just taking me and having his selfish wicked way with me with his tongue, without I may add, fucking me senseless afterwards to totally satisfy my desperate sexual needs.

I should have guessed that he wouldn't have slipped his inadequate cock in me for the first time in weeks, in retrospect I should have also thought myself lucky to even have had him flicking my wanting clit with his lizard like tongue. The only benefit being he actually managed to bring me off with this slithering mouthpiece while I was on all fours facing the small plasma watching a repeat of the baseball. I did actually hear him relieve himself simultaneously with his hand with no intention of feeding my starving slit with his manhood. Typical! Marcus is thoughtful and loving though so I must not complain, relationships are not all about the bedroom.

I gulped my shake down and looked in on Marcus, he was sound asleep, I wandered across our huge lounge and pulled the curtains back, the piercing light from the morning sun pelted my eyes so much I just squeezed them tight for a moment, still seeing the delayed images from the second before. On opening again I looked out to see Jasper, our docile inhabitant from next door leaning into his car hood, he was around 35 years old, aesthetically very pleasant and sporting a plump face with the most ugly of beards. He had a very pretty and doting wife, Rebecca, of thirty one, whom I socialized with on occasion.

I was just about to turn when I saw him look up in astonishment at me, there I was in my panties and socks, not that he could see my socks due to the height of our window ledge. He had full view of my panties though and with the sun bouncing off my skinny white freckled body his eyes were fixed upon my exposed flesh.

My tiny pert boobs were on full show and although barely visible to the naked eye they sported my dark rather large nipples which were poignantly visible to any eye. I put my arms high and straight above my head and yawned pretending not to notice him, stretching my slim frame so much that my panties were helplessly drawn downwards enough to expose the dark curls of my girly garden.

I lingered there for a few moments loving the fact that I was being ogled at by this married man knowing that his eyes were darting all over my body from my tiny boobs right down to my transparent white panties. My pussy instantaneously became damp. What a slut I thought, a teasing stupid little slut! I glanced back out of the window and saw the gullible Jasper with his mouth half open glaring in my direction, he immediately dropped his head in what it seemed was shame or total embarrassment and carried on looking under the hood of his vehicle.

I smiled to myself hoping he would remember me later in his thoughts when he dipped into his wife's panties with my image etched in his mind whilst looking at the ceiling pounding her probable shaved pussy shamelessly. What a horny thought! God I was a tease, but I loved it! Who cares!

I then moved swiftly out of view thinking back to reality. Oh my god! He saw me, my see through panties, my boobs, he lives next door, what was I doing?

I gathered my immoral thoughts and whizzed off to the kitchen. I was just looking for cereals when the doorbell rang. I quickly ran through to the bedroom and slipped on a little white top and returned to the front door, where I looked through our spy glass to see who our visitor was.

It was Jasper!

Oh hell I thought, what shall I do? I was standing there in my white lace panties, a tiny yellow top and stupid little socks. Oh its only silly Jasper I thought and he had just seen me nearly naked so I thought I would quickly pull the door ajar a little to see what he wanted at such an early hour.

"Oh hello Rachel, I'm sorry to bother you but our telephone is out of order and my car is troublesome, would it be at all possible if I could use your telephone to call the garage?" He asked very politely in a pleasant soft voice. As if he never had a cell phone I thought!

"Sure Jasper, come right in, its through there in the kitchen by the refrigerator." I said as I opened the door, knowing I was not exactly dressed for visitors, but did I really care?

He was on the telephone for 5 minutes or so and was genuinely talking about his vehicle. I stood at the other end of the kitchen looking for my cereals again.