Trace felt Jackie against his upper thigh. Her hip rubbed against him. He buried his head in her hair. Trace thought, "This is getting good."Jackie wa... lost in her own thoughts, "It's good to finally have his body pressed up against me. His hands feel as if they are burning holes in my dress. With the bulge in his pants rubbing against my hip and his leg rubbing between mine, I'm getting really turned on."Trace's right hand was resting just above Jackie's waist. With the fingers of his other. "Put your undies back in your shorts pocket so you can changeinto them in the toilet, before you go home," she told me and so I beganto pick them up and stuff them into my shorts side pocket. "Leave mine inthe toilet for me and I'll get them back that way." Now, let's see if we can make you look like a little princess" she saidturning towards me holding the Yellow dress. "Turn around, arms raised uphigh" and she proceeded to put the dress over my head and ease it downover my head, onto my. She giggled as I licked it off, perhaps hoping that I would do it again in a moment. But I had other plans.I whisked my discarded shorts from the floor and pulled off the belt."You forgot the champagne glasses, Dear!" I spoke slowly and deliberately, as if this was a major revelation. Actually Rikki had apologized for this on the way over and I had already told her that I didn't really care.She wasn't looking at the belt. Her attention was focused on my upwardly mobile instrument of foreign. ”“You mean, when you passed that first mirror it hit youall of a sudden like.”“Yes,” he said, “but now you’ve come along and brokenus up.” He brought the truck to a stop, reached overand embraced me.It was a long, low-keyed kiss that said, let’s take ourtime about this. He was filled with the strength ofunhurried passion. I hadn’t been kissed like that in along time and savored the moment.We broke, and I clung to him, wanting to forget.