The square cut bust line only reached part way up by breasts, showing a lot of chest and cleavage. It ended well above my navel leaving my entire mid ...iff bare. My breasts pushed out against the tight fabric; hardened nipples stood out like little beacons. The matching skirt was light cotton that stopped well above my knees. I was certain most of my thighs would be exposed as what little skirt there was would ride up when I sat down. What was really striking about the outfit was its bright. My habit had been to practice modes and scales on my guitar as I cruised Lush, killing two birds with one stone, and sometimes getting rather aroused if a story or member happened to tickle my fancy. One afternoon I was particularly turned on by a story by a lass from Australia named 'naughtygirl73', leaning towards my screen rather intently as her tale became more and more intense, the music fading from my fingertips as my fingers and thoughts were occupied elsewhere at the moment, absently. The furtiveness and stealth required is not brash nor is it threatening, it makes you aware of the little pressures you feel in an area where you might not and gives you time to assimilate and respond, either positively or negatively, without being confrontational or squeamish.His hand was down between us, resting on his thigh, with his fingers on the flank, barely touching my bared thigh. When he just touched me with nothing more than a finger nail, it was as if an electric shock ran up my. I was to far gone to care what she was shouting. I moved my hard dick up and down her slit, till I found the right spot. I pushed my head into her and she couldn't help but let a moan slip put. I pushed further in, having trouble after only 6 inches, with three still out of her. She was so tight, I didn't think I could fit my whole dick in but It wasn't gonna stop me from trying. "Please stop Ty!....please!", she moaned. I guess she realized that yelling wasn't helping but her begging didn't.