She moved up against me, putting her breasts up against my chest, rubbing them over me. "Oh, Johnny, I just knew silk underwear would make me feel sex.... My God, but do they! I'm even getting wet. Here, feel my wetness." She took my hand and put it right on top of her crotch, and I could feel how right she was. The crotch of her new panties were soaked, and I could feel the dampness all over my fingers. I could also feel the contours of her pussy under the fabric--the lips swollen and very. Overt sexuality might not have plausibly become taboo, simply for survival of the species. Societies could have developed in much the same way as they have for us, with many of the same laws and unspoken rules and pushes for equality. Yet sexual acts, horniness, public arousal… all such ideas seen as simply normal and acceptable, or even celebrated traits of the modern man or woman. In such a world pornstars are as elevated as rock-stars, or often the same people. Skimpier and skimpier clothing. After going I texted her on chat tool asking what happened. She said she didn’t want to do this now. She gave me more than what I asked for she said in a rude way. I calmly said okay and continued doing our work.After reaching home she texted me saying sorry. I asked for what? She told she left away without telling anything and also talked rudely on the chat tool. I said “that’s okay I was expecting too much from you but I will not forget what happened there. I wish time stopped that. The quiet small market town had a strange feeling to it this morning, like the air itself was vibrating with anticipation. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern.