The skirt slid up over her hips and wadded up around her waist. She had on a garter belt and stockings, but no panties. There was a dark patch of hair...covering her pussy. His fingers started rubbing the middle of the hairy patch.“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” my wife whispered. “I don’t think I can go that far.”“You don’t have to, babe. Just do what you want. You can stop whenever you want to.”The woman in the car rolled down her window. One of the guys reached in and touched her breast.. She has a perfect body - tall, slim, surprisingly large breasts. She's probably the hottest girl I’ve ever dated. Last week she came back from a girl's vacation in Mexico and she told me about the topless beaches there. I loved the rising feeling of excitement as she talked about men checking her out. I decided it was time to give her a new set of sheer white bikini that would be transparent when wet. I asked her if she’d wear it to the local bath house. She didn’t seem to mind at all. I didn’t. And I kicked my feet a little bit to make it seem like I was moving around and not being a complete perv. She put on a robe, no panties!I pried my eyes away and continued to work reliving everything I just saw in my mind. She called up to me and asked how things were going. Great! I replied. I came out and she wanted to get something from her bathroom. I took my time coming out because I was hard as a rock and I know for a fact that it shows straight through denim jeans. I come out still. Each salty tear drop could be heard hitting a lonely floor. Just a silhouette, a mere figure of a crumpled woman lay in the glow of a lunar kiss. The clock suspended on the wall slowly ticked by, turning and counting, with every second she seemed to die a little more inside. A single candle burned, fighting the shadows that threatened to claim her broken frame. Shadows that twisted and turned with each flicker of warm hope gave life to once dead things. Soft groans came from every corner of the.