This story goes back about eight years to when I dated an aspiring actress (unfortunately she never truly broke into the scene and now does something else) when I was towards the end of college. About a year later she did a B rated movie, and that’s how I ran into her again – we met in NY but I moved to Missouri right after graduating and she reached out saying she was filming something in St Louis.
Accepting the invitation to hang out, I drove to see her on a free weekend and watched her last scene before grabbing dinner with her and the cast. Hadn’t seen her in about 6-8 months, so I wasn’t expecting anything.
We were sitting down at a large table after making our way to the restaurant and I was lightly tickling her leg under the table next to me, and she was receptive. Taking this as a good sign, I progressed to light scratching along her leg. First along the outside. Then the top of the knee. Then the inner thigh, slowly inching further and further up until I was under her loose and billowy sundress. Her breathing quickened, but being the professional she was, acted like nothing was amiss, except for the light gasp when my fingers first danced across the front of her panties. The seats were low and close together bench seating, so I was able to get away with it (I think? ??).