Free Sexy Girls by Gary S. Griffin Page A

later, pink strings and a triangle of satin fell on top of my dress - revealing that my tiny panty was off.
    I twisted slightly over the next minute and stepped into four inch heels. Then, I stopped dressing.
    All the while, I kept up a happy dialogue describing my attack. “Mr. Garrett?”
    He answered, “Yes, I'm here, but please call me, Stevie.”
    â€œOh, I like that name. Stevie, it all happened so fast. I changed that day, just like now. I kicked off my sandals, unzipped my dress and dropped it on the floor. Then, I pulled down my g-string and wiggled out of it. Thank God, he didn't open the curtain then, because I was completely naked.”
    I was quiet for a moment and he asked, “Miss Anderson?”
    â€œYes, Stevie, but please call me Andi. I'm sorry, I was putting on the bikini, like that day.”
    Stevie concluded, “Andi, if the perpetrator wanted the swimsuit, they had to watch you from this side, like I am, or they wouldn't know you were dressed.”
    â€œYou know, that's true. I hadn't thought of that.”
    Stevie asked, “Do you recall anyone unusual around here while you changed?”
    I answered, “No, only models.”
    â€œDid you know all of them?”
    â€œYes.”
    That was the moment, Cyndie told me later, when Stevie turned his head, made eye contact with her, and winked his left eye.
    â€œOkay. Andi, how did the person attack you?”
    With that question, I unopened the curtain. I was facing the back wall. My long hair reached down past my behind, covering the view of my swimsuit.
    â€œOkay, Stevie, I was standing like this. Before I put on my top, I began to twist my hair into a ponytail.”
    As I lifted my hair, the Brazilian bikini bottom left mostly bare my behind for Stevie’s viewing pleasure.
    I continued, “Then, all of sudden, someone reached in, and untied the side strings of my bottom. Stevie, come over here.”
    Stevie did as ordered.
    â€œHere, grab the ends of the strings.”
    He put his hands on my hips. I partially turned around and said, “No, up here. Grab an end and pull, but don't let go.”
    Stevie did and the sides untied as simply as shoestrings.
    â€œStevie, see, how easy it was? When a woman plans to wear a string bikini for a long time, she will double-knot it, but, we models don't do that because we need to change quickly.”
    He answered, “I see. It makes sense.”
    â€œOkay, now rip off the bottom and pull it through my legs.”
    Stevie did and completely revealed my firm tanned behind.
    I said, “That's it. He did it hard like that. Okay, now put your other hand against my back and push me against the back wall.”
    Stevie pushed me a little harder than he intended, causing my legs to buckle. He said, “I'm sorry, Miss Anderson.”
    I answered, “Don't be, that's perfect, that's what they did, but he did it even harder as I slipped down onto my left knee. Now leave the stall and go sit on the couch again.”
    He walked back to the couch and sat down.
    I stood straight up, turned fully around and came out of my stall. To this day, I believe it was the best sight of Stevie's short life. I stood in front of him displaying all of my naked, trim body. This was before my boob job and I remembered that the nipples on my small chest revealed my excitement. Stevie was mesmerized. I felt myself getting turned on and the feeling had to be mutual with the young Mr. Garrett.
    I was completely unconscious about my nudity, being so spellbound in retelling my story, “I regained my balance and ran out of my dressing stall. But, I didn't see or hear anyone. Only Samantha Ayers was here, sitting on the sofa.”
    At that moment, a tall redhead model walked up to us and began laughing at me. I was stunned. I turned towards her and said, “Samantha, what's so funny?”
    â€œI can't believe I got you twice. This is priceless.”
    Suddenly, more and