Roleplay (Closed For A4mushroom)

OOC: My name is Chloe, I'm 18 and I have dark brown, shoulder length hair which will be tied up in a damp bun when I come down after my shower. I have a cute and pretty face with a small nose and lips which fits in the rest of my body which is also quite petite. I'm about 5'6" and I have pale white skin. I have small, 26B breasts which will be covered by a pale blue shirt and no bra. I'm wearing light gary sweat pants with no underwear and white socks.

IC: After I watch the land lord descend down the stairs to prepare dinner I begin to undress. I feel a little weird standing in the strangers hallway completely naked so I quickly place my stuff next to my fresh clothes and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turn on the shower and step under the warm torrent of water. The sound of the running water triggers a reaction in my body and I relaxingly allow myself to pee freely. As I watch the pee run off my legs and turn the floor a pale yellow as it dissappears down the plug hole I think about my new apartment.

I wasn't the best around but it was all I could afford and at least the land lord seemed nice. He had warned me about the leaking shower and offered to cook me dinner on my first day. I am completly unaware of the man on the other side of the door curiously hunting through my clothes. After I finish peeing I wash my hair and body and step out of the shower. I dont notice any signs of leaking but I dismiss the thought and dry my body. After I am dry I open the door and quickly retrieve my new clothes as I don't want to be stood naked in the hallway for very long and the cold air is uncomfortable against my skin. I put my new clothes on and leave the bathroom.

Picking up my old clothes I notice that my pink panties have dropped to the floor. Bending down to pick them up I have no idea that moments ago the land lord had probably been sniffing them to pick up any scent of my teenage vagina. I return my old clothes to my room before going down stairs to join my land lord for dinner.

"Smells good." I say as I enter the room.
 
Innocently I reply with "You know it'll taste good when it smells as sweet as that." I am trying to be as friendly as I can because I am grateful for you giving me the room on reduced rent and I rely on having an apartment near to my uni. As I wait for you to finish up and serve the food I stand awkwardly behind my chair at the table. I am unsure if it would be rude to sit without permission and I am trying to be as respectful as I can. You order me to sit from across your shoulder and I do so immediately. It doesn't feel like and order to me, more as if you were simply controlling my actions because I was unsure of how to behave.

You serve the food and join me at the table and I thank you before we begin to eat. You ask me about the water and I tell you that the temperature was fine and I found the shower very relaxing. In the back of my mind I remember how I had peed during my shower. In hind sight I would of thought better against peeing in a strangers shower but at home I was used to letting my bladder go freely when relaxing in the bathroom and hadn't thought about my surroundings at the time.

After you mention about an extra blanket if I get cold my stiff nipples were brought to my attention. Although I have small breasts I have quite large nipples and they tend to stick out rather noticeably when I am cold or aroused. Feeling a little embarrassed by my nipples I sheepishly try to cover them by laying my arm on the table. Almost instantly I remember that leaning an arm on the table is bad manners and remove it.

You continue to tell me about the laundry room but warn me to only us it when I have a full lode waiting. 'you can handle a full lode, cant you Chloe?' This sounds strangely sexual in my mind but I try to dismiss it as an unnaturally dirty thought. However you continue to talk about panties and skirts an it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I notice that the conversation has taken a weird sexual turn but I just smile and continue to eat my food. When you mention about wearing no underwear I am taken a little by surprise. I know that I'm not wearing any underwear right now and my legs shuffle a little under the table.

The conversation turns back to normal very quickly and I begin to tell you about my plans for uni and my excitement. You tell me about paying rent on time and shift suddenly into a more direct tone of voice. You remind me of how I agreed to help out around the house although I don't really recall agreeing to a proposal like that although I keep my mouth shut none the less. We have both finished our meals at this point and you instruct me to remove the plates and fetch you a beer.

This surprises me because it is obviously more of an order than a request but I can read no signs on your face to suggest that you are joking. After taking a short moment to wonder if you meant what you said I decide to be as polite as possible and pick up the plates. I carry them to the dishwasher and slot them in before opening the fridge and pulling out one of the cool beers. Using a tool in the draw I open the beer and bring it to you in the living room.

You take the beer from my hands and take a swig of it, sat in a chair close to the TV. After standing watching you awkwardly for a few seconds I notice the remote lying on a small table not far out of your reach. With some hesitation I pick up the remote and hand it to you. Although you say nothing I feel compelled to take a seat. Moving across the room I sit sheepishly in a chair and watch you as you click the TV on.
 
You unzip your pants and pull them down a couple inches whilst I watch from across the room. I have never seen it done before but you claim that it helps your digestion. You then tell me to do the same and I am hesitant. However you press the request and I feel obliged to push the waist of my sweat pants down a small amount to show my lower navel. I sit back in my chair and try to relax but I am feeling a little embarrassed about having my body exposed in the presents of a stranger. After a couple of minutes you become mildly involved with the TV and I find a window of opportunity to allow my waistband to rise up into a more comfortable position.

I feel a little more comfortable for a small moment before you ask me about your beer and notice my pants. You tell me to pull them down again and my face starts to turn red with embarrassment. It feels as if you are ordering me to partially remove my clothes but I feel forced to obey the rules of someone else's household. You then tell me to move closer, pointing out the seat next to you on the sofa so I rise from my chair and try to maneuver over to the sofa without my sweat pants falling to the floor. As I move my pants shift and slip down my hips. My pube line is now fully exposed and would show a wiry tuft of hair if I hadn't of shaved in the shower before the day before. Now all that can be seen is the milky shade of my bare skin which couldn't be recognized as my groin. As I walk I also feel the cool air of the room on the top of my ass cheeks which were also exposed.

I sit down gingerly on the sofa next to you. A lot of my hips and navel can be seen where my pants have slipped down but I do not pull them back up in case you tell me to lower them again. You begin to ask me about the outfit I will be wearing to my first day at uni. I begin to feel as if the only thing I have talked about with you is clothes and wonder why you are so interested in my clothes in particular.

"Urm... I'm not really sure yet." I tell you awkwardly as my face turns a deep shade of red again. After a few moments of awkwardness I manage to think of something to say. "I do have this blue dress though, its a little small for me now but it fits well. I was thinking of wearing that." I can see my self in the dress in my mind, the blue cloth hanging tightly to my curves and breasts. I think I would feel pretty embarrassed wearing that dress in front of you.
 
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