.. this cool October evening had been their first encounter.The bathroom door clicked open, and she drank in his body, now wearing only his dark silke... boxer shorts. Exactly as he had described himself to her, slightly athletic, medium complexion, and graceful on the move, she added that last bit. He was striking with his fluid moves, a cat on the prowl. She hoped he'd pounce.When he walked into the restaurant four hours earlier, she had been just as impressed with his poise as she was now.. ..there she was! These were the panties she wore on her trip home. The panties that contained her sweet bottom on her 5000 mile journey. The same panties traveled another 5000 miles to reach me!My cock throbbed as I sniffed and licked at the gusset of her black panties. I unzipped my pants and undid my belt, letting them slide down. I hooked my boxers and pulled them down letting my cock spring free. My hand found my cock as I rubbed her panties over my face. The feel of the silky nylon making. No, the guys were sniffing around her now because she was married and her husband had been gone for three months and could be gone for another six months to a year. The conventional wisdom, at least among the guys, was that as a married woman used to a steady diet of sex and now deprived of it because of a missing husband she would be getting desperate and if the guys played their cards right some one would get lucky.The truth was that she was indeed desperate for sex, but she had promised. He left the dressing room clad in a virginal white blouse with the topcouple of buttons open, displaying a tantalizing valley of cleavage. Hisbreasts tugged at the remaining buttons in an enticing manner while hisfirm nipples strained against the thin translucent cloth leaving almostnothing to the imagination. The blouse tapered tightly around his narrowwaist and flat stomach before vanishing into a very short red skirt,which flared around wide feminine hips. Below the hem were smooth curvylegs.