Her eyes looked heavy and I could see her chest heaving slightly.Everything in me screamed to close the file. It was wrong for so many reasons to keep...watching. But I was frozen, mesmerized. She rubbed rapidly, then slowed down, massaging herself under the skirt. "She's fully dressed," I told myself. "It's completely natural." She's a beautiful girl of no more years than a baker's dozen, obviously in touch with her body already. I felt my dick hardening in my gym shorts. Fuck, this is getting. " Molly and I stood up, taking our cups to the counter and thanking the owners for their kind hospitality. As we left the coffee shop and walked back down the street to the car, Molly continued to convince me as to why I should let this happen. "Doesn't the risk excite you just a little Carl?" she asked. "The fact that we could get caught at any moment makes it exciting and kind of naughty, don't you think? The forbidden element?" I suppose so," I said. Molly smiled at me triumphantly, even. I noticed the taxi driver had adjusted his rear-view mirror to monitor the proceedings. I suspected that she also knew she was being watched by him but it didn’t seem to faze her.As her hem got higher and higher, I held my breath, wondering if stocking tops were going to be revealed or if she were wearing tights. Oh my god! She was wearing stockings, not hold-ups, but stockings. Her suspender clips were clearly visible and that pale swell of her thighs I had only imagined moments earlier,. The next two days were busy as the river was low after the lock above Morgan and everybody had a job to do until we got to Berri, at our stop in Waikerie we moored early and relaxed on the top deck with welcome drinks happy to have only grazed one sandbar. The river at Waikerie is pleasant with high cliffs on one side unfortunately for the guys this restricted what was possible on the top deck as we were overlooked by a section of the park and a large number of houses, it didn't really surprise.