I'm Sherry."She took it promptly and said, "Natalie Shanahan." We looked each other over. She was tall, had glossy jet-black hair in the standard pony...tail, pleasant face, freckles and no makeup or jewelry. But those clothes! Long, baggy and hide-it-all. Hmm, might need some attention there.Turning towards Bob, I told her, "And this is..."He reached his hand out and told her, "Bob Reynolds." She readily grasped his, and they stood there looking at each other. Now I've known Bob for years, and. For the rest of the night we grinded, I noticed she had changed the rhythm to a slower, sexier pace. When the formal dance was over my boxers were soaked. I was half hoping her panties were too, later to find out they were. After changing into more casual clothes our limo headed to the after party. It was an ok after party but my mind was on my plans that were still to come. There was a magician there, an artist, music playing, and more food. Your typical after party. When that ended my date. ” And you do…still seated on the seat…your ass in the air, the short jean skirt riding up your hips exposing your now moist love mound. But, you can’t see anything except for the gorgeous view out the back window. You feel just the heat from my warm hands as they drift past your waist to your tight white lycra shirt that emphasizes your gorgeous sweet bosom and now erect and protruding nipples. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the barest top of your abdomen as I take the material in. Back home I'm neither rich nor famous, or even held in any particularly good esteem. They sent my ass up here to this land of barbarians because I was extremely expendable and no one would miss me while I was gone. Your eyes are a bit clouded as to my virtues, I fear." Maybe they are and maybe they aren't, but a young woman is allowed to maintain her fantasies and fixations. You win ... I'll grant you a six month reprieve from my affections, but trust me, you're going to kick yourself later for.