1. Air travel and summer storms


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: 123rufusonetwothree, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    watching. She's strongly considering it. &#034don't over think it. Just slip them off and hand them right here to me&#034 as my hand sits palm open midway up her thigh. Her skin feels so soft. And scorching with heat. Thank god the button fly on my jeans is riveted or the seems over my hard cock might pop wide open. But I keep my hand on her thigh and my poker face. &#034whatever. You won't do it. Just like you'll sit all covered up on that beach like it was the jersey shore with your f****y&#034 hand still open on her thigh. Eyes locked. Challenging her. She grabs my forearm hard digging her nails in and makes a grrr sound as she sets her jaw and makes her mind up. A quick glance to make sure no one's watching and she wriggles her hips and works her panties out from under her skirt. I catch a glimpse of the black lace crotch as she struggles to work them over over her thighs without lifting the skirt or attracting attention. I move my left hand over my cock to readjust the obvious bulge as she stares at it. My right hand still hasnt left her thigh. I put my finger in the crotch of the lace panties that are midway down her thighs. Barely visible. Keeping her knees locked together. &#034you call this off?&#034 sly smile She looks around once more. Another grrr and leans into me and bites my ear. Her left hand squeezes my thigh as she holds into me for balance and deftly lifts both knees and slips the panties over them and past the short heels and puts them in my hand. ...
    Finishing the movement with both legs over my right leg. Holding my shoulder. Giggling into my neck. Both of us turned on and she's happy with her accomplishment. Like she just climbed a peak or jumped out of a plane. Something she'd wanted to do but wasn't sure if she had the guts. Adrenaline rushing through her she can't stop giggling. Or let go of me. She's nearly sitting in my lap now. The black lace is in my hand. I feel her heat in them still. They're practically stuck to my hand they're so wet. But not wanting her excitement to fade I take my Starbucks cup, pop the top off and jam the panties in the inch of cold coffee and put the lid back on. I push it and our empties to the end of the bar just as the bartender walks by and tosses it all in the bin. &#034check please&#034 As the bartender nods and smiles - they've seen it all before - she grabs my shoulder like she's gonna fall and whispers into my ear in a tone that would be yelling except she doesn't want anyone to hear. &#034what.. I can't believe.. Why did you do that?!? Now what am I gonna...?&#034 as it dawns on her that she's stuck nearly exposed in a pencil skirt that barely goes more than halfway to her knee. She's nervous and angry and excited and completely flustered. Biting her lip to stop her whispered yell as the bartender slides the check in front of me. I have cash in my hand already with ample tip and drop it on the bar. &#034thanks&#034 is all say to the bartender. I smile at the flustered excited red pile ...
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