She glanced in my direction and smiled.Once more she shifted lower in her seat and pulled the hem of her skirt upward. She didn’t stop at the top of...her thighs this time. She pulled until the skirt was nothing more than a rolled-up piece of fabric pushing against her tummy.I peered downward as best I could and had to stop myself from taking a sharp breath. Her panties were gone.She rested her hand against her tummy and gingerly reached down with her fingers. She tickled the little tuft of hair. "I want you -- just the way you are."I tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath.I felt her petite frame rise to my touch as my hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast's figure, I guess -- slim and agile, with a flat stomach and small waist, while her. Neither of us spoke a word as we climbed the stairs to my bedroom, both appreciating the magnitude of what we were admitting. When we reached the bedroom we stood at the edge of my bed our hands still clasped, and I knew. I reached out to him tracing my fingers down his cheek and across his lips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, heard his sharp intake of breath as I leaned into him my lips seeking his. I ran my hand through his hair and down to his shoulders, his hand snaking around. You returns my actions, I reach down farther and find you are wearing a garterbelt with your black nylons, feeling my hands on you. You are ready to tell him to forget dinner! My hands return to your front, feeling both breasts at the same time, massaging them, gently pinching your nipples, making them hard. I then reach up under your midriff blouse, placing my hands on your lacy bra and continue to gently pinch your hardening nipples. My body is so close and warm and you feel my hard cock.