As we prepared to go out for the evening, I carefully watched as you dressed. The matching bra and panties went on first followed by your blouse and then the mid-thigh skirt. I stood behind you and watched your reflection in the mirror as you brushed you hair, twisting and straightening until you felt it was just right. Once you were finished, you turned to face me, and I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you close. We kissed a long, lingering kiss as my hand stroked your back and caressed your ass.
"Hey! That's enough," you said playfully as you pulled away. "We are on the way out, not on the way back to bed."
"Okay, okay. Can I help it if I find you irresistable!"
I straightened my clothing as I prepared to leave the room, when a playful thought entered my mind.
"Come over here by the corner of the bed for a minute," I said.
You complied, and I again pulled you toward me. For a moment you showed mock resistance, but laughing, you soon moved into my arms. As we kissed my hand stroked your hip and your lower back. Gradually I moved it around until it was pressed between your thighs beneath your skirt. As always, you began to respond to my touch, moving your hips in a slow, sinuous dance. Breaking our kiss, I pulled away; a quizzical look appeared on your face.
I knelt before you and ran my hand teasingly up the outsides of your legs until my fingers found the elastic of your panties. Slowly I slid your panties down your legs; you lifted each foot and stepped out of them without instruction from me. Leaning forward, I pushed your skirt up and kissed your exposed pussy.
My tongue stretched out in search or your clit, and I caressed it gently for several seconds before sliding my tongue downward and probing between the lips of your always wet pussy. As my tongue probed further, you lifted one leg and placed it on the corner of the bed, allowing me easier access to your hidden charms.
I spent several minutes licking and sucking each lip, then sliding my tongue between them, probing and tasting all the while. I could tell you were becoming fully aroused, so I had to be careful not to reach the point of no return. I wanted you aroused, but not so aroused that you might refuse to leave the room without another session in bed.
When I felt I had reached the point of no return, I suddenly stood up, and said "Let's go." You reached out and pulled my head toward your. Our lips met in a passionate kiss that nearly made me give up on my plans for the evening, but employing my final bit of reserve, I pulled away from you though our tongues still toyed playfully for several lingering moments.
"Okay, that's enough playing. If we are going out, we need to go now. Give me my panties, and then we will go."
"No. No panties," I said, as I tucked the pink panties into my pocket. "I will keep them for you. If you feel too uncomfortable without them, just tell me, and I will return them."
"But I will feel like a prostitute. I won't be comfortable without them, especially in this skirt."
"Only you and I will know you are naked under your skirt unless you choose to tell or show someone. That will be your choice." With that I moved toward the door, and you followed with a bit of uncertainty in your step.
The elevator ride down from the tenth floor took only a minute or two, but the whole time my hand was up under your skirt toying with your moist pussy. Your response told me that you were quite aroused. When you felt the elevator slow at the end of our ride, you playfully pushed my hand away and made a show of straightening your clothes before the door opened. Your slight smile showed that you were taking part in this adventure with an attitude of wariness, but I knew that your boldness would soon kick in and that you would enjoy the evening imensely. My intent was to keep you so aroused that you would not even think about retreiving your panties from my pocket.
The street along the river was crowded with people when we emerged from the hotel. We joined the flow and window-shopped as we meandered along with your hand resting comfortably in mine. The evening was one of those typical of early fall when the temperatures are comfortable and the air is bright and clear--a perfect evening for an outing along the riverfront.
After walking for several blocks, we came to a basket shop that caught your attention. Ducking inside, we found a huge complex of multiple rooms filled floor to ceiling with baskets of every shape and form. Perfect I thought, but I did not convey those sentiments to you.
The Monday evening crowd was small, and there were only a few other customers meandering around, mostly in the front of the store. I slowly but purposely directed out movements toward one of the rooms in the back, and upon arriving there, we found it even more cluttered with baskets than the rest of the shop and empty of customers.
You were completely taken with the place and its merchandise, so you paid no attention to me when I moved behind you as you leaned forward to check the price on a basket that caught your fancy.
I was tempted to pull my erect cock from my pants and slip it slowly up inside you, but I decided it would not be worth the risk. Nonetheless, the thought of feeling your pussy wrapped around my needy cock was almost enough for me ignore the risk. Instead I slipped my hand up under the back of your skirt and caressed your pussy with my fingertips. Your body jumped with surprise when I first touched you, but as soon as you realized it was me there with you, you relaxed and continued to check out price tags.
I slid my fingers up and down your pussy, collecting moisture on them before I probed gently in search of the crimson opening into your inner recesses. You wriggled your ass in invitation as I slid two fingers up inside you. Your warmth surrounded them and you clenched your muscles, squeezing them in greeting as I pushed them farther inside you. You began a slow rhythmic rocking that caused my fingers to slide in and out of your slippery cunt. I was facing the doorway, and I kept a close watch so that we would not be caught in such an embarrassing position.
Your movements gradually became more animated, and I noted that your hands were resting on a sturdy table for support. I could not see your face, but I knew that your eyes were closed as you focused on the feel of my fingers as they thrust back and forth inside you. Your pussy responded to my touch, becoming wetter with each thrust. The squishy sounds made by my fingers as they thrust up inside you were clearly audible, and the aroma of sex permeated the small space within the basket-filled room.