.." So now I am lying on the floor, blind and silenced. I hear a door open and then close. Lying on the carpet in a silent, dark room, I wonder what ...s happening. Leather has not given me instructions, I wonder if I am allowed to touch myself? My hand is just starting to wander down to my pussy when I hear the door open. This time, the foot steps are heavier, not leather's petite footfalls, but someone else’s heavier steps. I feel rough hands pull me up, and they are a man's hands, and I pull. . one time I was wearing a pair of crotchless tights and got on the bus (the bus journey goes out through the country a bit to my village, so I get a good 10-20mins without a stop to play about :P), there was a couple of people near the front, and one really cute young lad (maybe 18ish) sitting at the back right, so I went and sat at the back as well on the left and noticed he kept looking at my legs (my skirt was pretty short as well...) I decided to have a laugh and started to lift my skirt a. "Yes, I do." She responded with a grin.She seated herself and when the waiter came around she ordered a glass of white wine. A while later we ordered our food. Lynn ordered some sort of shrimp on top of pasta thing and I ordered the grilled tuna special just as we did months before.We sat there at our favorite table outside under the stars and had a leisurely meal. After all, we had a lot of catching up to do.It turns out we both felt the same way about each other. She kept it inside because. . checks coat; definitely polyester), lost in contemplation, chewing and nibbling mentally and physically, fingers rummaging and stroking my house keys and mobile, attempting and failing to find understanding. I made a cup of tea. Cut myself a piece of fruit cake. Curled myself up in my favourite armchair and phoned Celia. Now I may have been somewhat economical with the truth, may of emphasised that I was just passing by, just happened to glance in the window, got transfixed, stuttered to a.