She could feel the slight buzz from the wine as they walked home. What a night! She'd never known doing these things could get her so turned on. The way he'd told her at dinner "take your underwear off" had been so matter of fact, so confident. As she rose to do as she was told he touched her wrist and said "Here." She felt herself blush. They were in the middle of a restaurant! Well, sort of. In the corner of one. And it was fairly dimly lit, to be fair. And not really that busy. Certainly not as exposed as when she'd taken them off in the car park of a train station, or when she took her tights off at a work dinner.
She sat down and slowly, bit by bit, worked the tiny g-string over hips and down her smooth thighs till it fell to her ankles. As she reached down to pick it up he spoke again - "Leave it there". Another blush. "Good girl".
So then she was sitting in a restaurant in Bath in a white sundress with her underwear around her ankles as if this was a normal thing to do! Lucky the tablecloths were long.
They'd sat and eaten their desserts like that. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as they chatted like any couple. Imagine if the waiter knew!
"Shall we walk home?" he'd asked.
She'd nodded, and this time she reached down and retrieved her underwear. He'd held out his hand and she'd given him the tiny garment. They paid and left, into the warm light and long shadows of an English summer evening. She was acutely aware of how short her dress was, as every step she felt the cool air brush past her wet, swollen lips. It felt unbelievably hot, and she was aware of her nipples straining against the thin white cotton of the dress.
And so here they were, taking the long way down a bike path that ran close to their hotel. As they walked his hand sat on her ass, and every now and then he'd slide it down onto her thigh and back up. This inevitably caused the dress to flick up, exposing her tight buttocks to anyone walking behind them. Again, the thought of this exposure sent her heart racing, and she squeezed his hand tighter.
As they walked further along his hand spent more and more time wandering between her ass, sliding his finger forward till it sat between her lips. She knew then her wetness would give her away. He pulled her to the side of the path next to two big trees and kissed her firmly, pulling her tight so her breasts were crushed against his chest. She leant her head back as he slowly kissed down her neck and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. He brought up his finger,
