Miss Texas Contestant 2015

Sarah McKimmey age 20 never married, University of Texas student and a Miss Texas Contestant. I paid $ 20,000 for votes for Sarah, I would have paid more if needed. Part of the agreement was that Sarah would stay in my guest bedroom at my penthouse. Click, the door opened, revealing a glamorous guest bedroom. It oozes luxury, from the recessed silk carpet to the silk wallpaper. The rest of the penthouse is very voluminous, so the guest bedroom is designed to feel warm and cosy. To her right is a bathroom and to her left a closet, both of which she walked by, entering the main room. The king-sized bed looks small in the large room, with a nightstand on either side and a TV on the wall at the front of the room. In the corner, by a pair of large curtains she assumed led to the balcony, sat a desk. She placed the room key, her purse, and her phone on the desk. She has never been in a penthouse before. She sat her over night bag on the chair and looked to the bed, kicking off her high heels. The comforter is perfectly folded and tucked under the corners of the king bed, fluffy pillows sat at the head. She’d never had a king bed before. Playfully, she jumped onto the bed, enjoying the bounce as the mattress springs handled her weight easily and silently. She laid down on her back, spreading her limbs out to each direction, like a star. Studying the ceiling intently, she let the situation rush over her. Was she really going through with this?

The clock read 12:26 in glowing red numbers. She turned her attention back to the ceiling, mentally reviewing the constant list of responsibilities she held. Biology homework, chemistry review, Spanish paper, prep for her lab courses, talking to that professor for her research study. She sighed, shaking her head to clear it. That wasn’t what tonight is about. Sitting up, she went over to her over night bag opening it, rummaging through it quickly. She pulled out a small bag filled with travel-sized bottles, a toothbrush and toothpaste, two razors, and a small poof – her first task, of course. She set the toiletries next to her and dipped her hand in again, pulling out a pair of panties and a night gown, lacy and sheer. She smiles at the lingerie in her hand; the contrast of her pale skin against the bright blue color is beautiful. Peering in the bag, she saw a pair of strappy black high heels sitting on regular clothing. Yes, she knew she packed all this, but seeing it in the luxury bedroom made it more real. Lastly, she pulled out two bottles of nail polish and placed them, too, on the comforter.

She stood and begins to pull off her clothing: a pair of tight blue leggings, a baggy tank top, a push up bra, a simple black thong, and her nylons. She gathers her toiletries and polish and walks to the bathroom, placing her over night bag in the closet as she went. Flicking the light as she enters the bathroom, she pauses, taking in her surroundings. The counter of the sink has beautiful fresh flower arrangement, and white, fluffy towels are in a small closet, piled high on the shelves. The shower is large, the glass door partially open. She shut the bathroom door behind her, locking it. She leans over the edge of the marble tub, plugged the drain, and started a bath, adjusting the water to be quite warm, but not hot. She turned back to counter, looking herself over in the mirror. She caressed her body, her hands tracing up the curve of her sides and over her breasts – they average size, with soft pink areolaes that barely stood out on her white skin. Her nipples are tiny and usually unresponsive, they did not perk at her touch. She studied her face, taking in the naturally dark lips that had formed a small smile that always bordered on a smirk. Her eyes were a blue-green and her face is flushed. Anticipation and nerves, she supposed. Her hair is long and wavy, curling at the tips which hung by her breasts. She is a brunette.

The room is beginning to steam from the bath as she turned, looking at herself in profile. The stretch marks on her hips and breasts were faint on her fair skin, but mildly noticeable. Her breasts barely protruded past her stomach, which is flat and soft. She turns more, so she can see her butt in the mirror. She flexed her legs, pleased at the way her ass bounces and moves. For a young woman, she has an awesome butt. She looks down, taking in her legs which cannot be seen over the counter. Her feet are small and dainty, leading to her ankles. Her calves are tapered, and grew wider as her eyes traveled up her leg, tucking in at the knee and leading to her thighs. She ran her hands over her legs, her thighs are white, pressing together tightly when she stood with her ankles together. As her hands ran up her thighs, Her left hand dipped between her thighs and met her mound, slowly stroking the thick bush of hair. She smiled, tugging lightly at the hair that had taken weeks for her to grow out. Her smile turned into a grin as she realized that she is probably one of the very few girls at her university that had a full bush.