PLEASE DONT STOP steamiest short stories

I smiled at myself in the mirror as I applied the finishing touches to my makeup. I wore thick, black eyeliner and heavy mascara, a complete contrast to the pale shimmer of gold eye shadow that coated my lids. I knew that my makeup was a little dramatic for a simple family barbecue, but I didn't care. I really thought that my choice of colours would help to compliment my tan, and perhaps get me a little bit of extra attention from a certain guest. I pouted at myself in the mirror, then applied a layer of shiny, clear lip gloss.

I knew I looked good, and I couldn't help but smile to myself as I squeezed into my tight red tube top and even tighter denim skirt.

I completed my look with some black wedge sandals and gave myself one final look in the mirror. With my long, lithe legs and firm round breasts on display like this, I was bound to get some attention – both good and bad, probably. I could smell burgers cooking on the grill as I walked down the stairs and made my way across the house towards the kitchen. There were already a lot of people in the back garden, and a few in the kitchen, chatting and drinking beers. I smiled at them, recognising one as a distant cousin and the other as somebody on my stepdad's side of the family. They smiled back, and carried on with their conversation, although I could tell that they were definitely taken with the way that I looked. That was a good sign. I walked over to the fridge and opened it, then bent down low to take out a nice cold beer. I knew that the guys behind me would get a perfect view of my firm, round ass in it's skimpy little thong, and listened expectantly for the gasp of shock that would inevitably follow. Sure enough, I heard them and had to stifle a giggle.