You order drinks for us, of course you get mine right without asking. Your right hand never leaves my thigh, alternating between softly tracing circles as we chat nonchalantly and then squeezing when I make you laugh. We sip our drinks and gaze at each other, the weight of our desires conveyed thru our eyes.
It’s about halfway thru our second round when you stare at my thighs primly pressed together and the question falls from your lips and ends with a slight growl.
“Are you wearing panties under that pretty dress?” My pussy twitches as if she wants to directly answer your query. My back is half way turned to the rest of the patio, a thrill rushes down my spine and as I part my thighs just an inch that thrill your voice elicits slips out and I feel the air caress a now damp spot on my inner thigh.
“There’s nothing hindering you from finding out.” I run my finger tips up your big hand on my thigh and twitch the hem of my dress, while I stare up into your eyes that have gone from flirtatious to intense as my invitation drifts from your ears to your brain. That swift moment of change and the air around us shifts. Electrifying that comforting touch on my thigh and goose flesh raises and I swear even your smell changes. Something darker and more primal slides between us taunting us to continue.