. So was Maureen -- and the guy was running his hand under her top, rubbing her back ... I have to admit, I was suddenly jealous...The other guy came ...ver just as the song was ending. He was harder, harsher, not as polite as the other guy. "So, you wanna dance?" he asked. I could be an idiot, or I could get up to dance; I got up. The song ended, but he just held my wrist. "Don't worry about it -- I fed the box." I wasn't going anywhere -- he was holding my wrist and wasn't planning on letting. She broke her kiss and slipped the pants down past my hips and yanked down my panties, bending down to get them below my knees.She stopped for a moment at that intersection of my lower belly and breathed on me, pausing, gently kissing. I could feel my clit tingle as it grew hard. It took everything I had to resist thrusting my hips insistently toward her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her soft hair and pulled gently, which is how I like it. She looked up, smiling with a wicked, crooked grin.I. I wasbombarded with erotic thoughts every morning as I got ready for schooland gazed up at her stockings on the rod. They just looked so soft, sosensual so dreamy that it wasn't long before I would slink one of themoff the rod and touch myself with them. Always careful not to snag or runthem, and never spoil them with my sissy cream as I'd use them and wrapthem around my little cockette and balls to masturbate. This behaviorjust fueled my lingerie fetish more and more. I'd just about run. Probably someone's older brothers.I went up to my bedroom and could barely hear the noise from here. I stripped off my skirt and blouse, kicked off my shoes and struggled out of my pantyhose. I then went into the bathroom for a nice hot shower. I checked my butt in the mirror and there were a few marks from stray slaps and the odd pinch I had received at work. The shower worked wonders on my 40 year old body releasing tension in muscles I hadn't even felt before. I got out and toweled off.