He gave my bottom a nice rub and I moaned. “Say, do you have any music?” I asked. I felt like dancing. He went over to the stereo. “What would ...ou like to hear?” he asked. “Got anything sexy?” “Let me see…” He finally put on an album of jazz…perfect. I started swaying to the music when Tom chimed in, “Why don’t you dance on the coffee table? It’s pretty sturdy and I’d love to sit on the couch and watch.” So I hopped up on the table and danced real sexy, knowing that he was watching me. My dick. I soaped my chest, down over my cock and balls, then lathered my legs. As I leaned back up, Mallory had pulled up the hem of her sundress, flashing me yellow high-waisted panties seemingly brighter than the sun of 10 resorts.Instead of turning back to rinse, I stepped back and guided the shower head over my soapy body as Mallory pulled her dress over her head. It slipped over her fingers as she leaned to the glass again, pressing herself, daring me to jerk off. What the hell, it was impossible. She placed her hand over it so I got entry to her boobs below her hand. Meanwhile she adjusted her shall so that my hand is hard to see.I slowly touched her melons. She was not so rich in boobs, but it was enough to hold. I couldn’t see her boobs well as she was covering with loose shall that it hide her curves. I began to press her boobs with my fingers. My movements were so vigilant. I couldn’t catch her fully but I exploited the opportunity well. I caught her nipples which were hard and. “For our date,” she says, smiling.You don't think you understand and you tell her you don't, and all the while she keeps smiling as she explains. “To wear under your clothes.” And before you can argue with her she leaves you with a final thought before she drives off. “If you wear THAT for me, I'll wear one of THESE for YOU when we go back to my place.”The DateYou arrive at the restaurant fifteen minutes early and feeling awkward and embarrassed as though people can see through your clothes to.