The skirt came about three inches below her ass cheeks. So if she was careful she could hide that fact. We headed out the door and I started toward he... car, she said lets take the truck instead. I have a four door four wheel drive and I know she can't get in it with that skirt on without hiking it up around her hips. I played like the door was locked on her side and offered to unlock it. About the time I got to her side I remembered that door doesn't have a key hole and so did she. I said Oh. She was tight -- not virginal, but that pussy of hers had seen very little use ... She put her hands on my shoulders and began to pump, quietly gasping "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sir..." Somehow, a waiter had managed to sneak up on us. I nearly jumped a foot! THAT wasn't supposed to happen! I flicked a glance at Alisha and Mike, and Mike muttered on the police channel, 'We saw him, but he's not a threat... '"Sir, could you please move this to the private dining room?" the waiter asked. "We're fine with you. She pulled her feet up on the couch and let her legs fall open to either side, spreading wide so she could fingerfuck herself with her other hand while stimulating her clit.She heard the front door open.“Mrs. Johnson, it’s Eric, can I come in?” she heard coming from the hallway.Fuck, she had totally forgotten! Eric, the college-aged neighbor kid, was supposed to come over to help her move a piece of furniture. She needed some muscle for that. She had asked his mom if he could help her, with. ”Rachael grinned. “I’ll tell you what color panties I’m wearing if you say yes.”“White cotton boy-short style with small blue and red flowers.”Her eyes opened wide. “How did you know?”“I saw you this morning in a camisole and panties.”“You were spying on me!” she accused.“No I wasn’t. You were going to the bathroom.”“Well, you’re wrong. So, take me camping. Please?”“I’ll think about it.”“Kay. What’s for lunch?”“Herring and fried onion sandwiches.”Rachael laughed. She seemed very happy.We ate.