I was wearing a skirt for a reason, I hoped this was going to happen. We walked over to a tree next to the river. He pinned himself to me thrusting hi... hips against mine. His pants were still on, they wouldn’t be for long. There was a bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger as his hands trailed up and down my back. His nails scratched my back. I wasn’t wearing anything under my skirt, he found that out as I wrapped one of my legs around him, pulling his crotch towards his prize. His hand. The patio was empty, their blended sweet drinks now separated into layers of milky water and dark brown goo. Both of them were highly aroused from their make out session and stared into each other’s eyes looking for a next move. – A walk? Paul suggested. Steph adjusted her skirt and stood, pulling Paul with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him in a strong hug. She hadn’t felt this alive in a long time and she wasn’t about to let the evening’s pleasures end here. – OK,. "I went off and did some Saturday chores, bought her some underpants, size small, and a flowered sundress, size small, and came back after lunch. I guessed the sizes, figuring she was between zero and two, and was right on the nail.We threw away the rest of her dirty clothes, except for the belt on her shorts, and her toe-sandals, and she put on what I gave her which fit reasonably well. She was an ash blonde and wearing very light pink lipstick and a tiny bit of blue eye shadow, she looked. I opened the door wide. "You're always welcome here, you know that." Were you going out?" she asked as she came in, she stopped in the middle of the living room looking uncomfortable."I was going to run." It's snowing." Yeah, but it's not that cold. I hate running, but it keeps me in shape." I didn't add that I could stop thinking when I ran, and that right now I didn't want to think."I wanted to say I'm sorry." Now she sounded about six."You don't have anything to be sorry about. I was out of.