Going through her dresser
From Torg Adventure
"... snooping through my dresser. When I got to our dorm I was standing outside in the hallway, and I thought I could hear a drawer being opened. I could tell it was on my side of the room, and I was pretty ticked off. Then, as I was standing outside of our room, I could hear her singing to herself, and I knew it was Amy going through my things. And because I hardly knew her, I thought she was stealing my stuff."
Moving down the hill, you can see a small stream through the trees. It hardly qualifies as a river, more like a stream. Ellen follows you down the narrow dirt path that cuts through the tree, and toward the small stream. The sounds of the slowing flowing stream are barely audible as you move down the path.
"So what happened?" you ask looking back over your shoulder at Ellen.
"When I pushed the door open, Amy tried to quickly push the top drawer shut, but she didn't shut it all the way, and some of my underwear was sticking out, so it was obvious that she'd been going through my things. I could tell she was embarrassed, and when I pulled the drawer open she gave me back something that I'd hidden under my underwear, and she had been holding behind her back when I walked in. She said that she was just snooping, not stealing, and hoped that I wouldn't hold it against her.
Since she didn't make up some lame lie, and confessed right away, I accepted her apology. Nothing was missing. I've snooped through friend's things sometimes and for people I used to baby-sit for, so I guess I understood, even though I was pretty angry."
As you reach the wood line, the path broadens a bit, and Ellen walks alongside you, and takes your hand in hers. Her eyes are sparkling blue, and she flashes you her trademark innocent smile. Her make up is perfect, with light eye shadow and eyeliner. It compliments her natural beauty, rather than overwhelming it like happens with some girls. A surge of pure lust shoots through you as you glance at her ample rack and watch her breasts bounce gently as the both of you walk down the path. The hem of her dress is tossed by a gentle breeze, and you catch a very brief glimpse of the top of one of Ellen's tan colored stockings before the breeze dies, and her dress falls back into place against her thighs.. She looks like a secretary on her way to work dressed in the black floral print dress, tan nylon stockings and high top tennis shoes.
"What was it?" you ask, feeling Amy's ribbon getting distinctly tighter around your stiffening cock.
"What was what? Ellen replies, a trace of concern visible in her eyes.
You chuckle at Ellen's embarrassment. This wouldn't be the first time she's begun a story, and ended up revealing more than she wanted to.
"What was Amy holding behind her back? What did she take out of your dresser?"
What did Amy take out of Ellen dresser?
