" "Tom, you have an evil gleam in your eye. Now what?" "Remember the woman I danced with?" "Yes." "She was very sexy." "What made her so sexy?" "Well,...when I held her like this when we were dancing" he demonstrated, "and I moved my hand like this," he slide it down on my ass, "I just felt softness, and not the kind of hard feeling that an ass wrapped in panty hose has." "You mean you want me to go bare assed under this dress?" "Honey, your legs are tanned and smooth, and great looking. You. The bosomy girl behind the bar who made me cum in my pants was one such lucky view (specially as I'd seen Her a few times serving there in Her lovely tops and never got close enough to ogle and get my pleasure, and I'd been getting more and more desperate to do it in my pants looking at Her). It wasn't as if I needed to see much - my favourite magazines were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, where girls posed in short skirts, showed up-skirt views and raised skirt, showing stocking-tops and. I actually find him very pleasant despite this but he holds no special appeal to me. Oh good. Here’s dessert. Here you come again with your bottle of wine. You are making your way around our table and I try not to appear anxious to have you so close to me again. You come to me and ask if I would like another drink. I murmur my assent and you start to pour. The man on my right asks you something and before I can even begin to relish the warmth of your thigh near my upper arm you subtly shift. ’ ‘I don’t know Grant. I think I just need some time alone. Will you take me home?’ Grant’s heart fell. He wanted to be what she needed, he wanted it so badly. But, he had to try to understand, and help. ‘Of course. Lemme fetch you something to wear home.’ Grant dropped her off at home feeling totally and completely impotent. He thought he was making so much ground with her. He tried so hard to make her feel safe and now it felt like she was pulling away. Grant was angry. It was building. He.