Still he blinked, his mouth moving slightly but nothing coming out. “Or I can pose in here if you prefer,” She said. “I don’t have to change, ...his is a nice outfit isn’t it, nice short skirt?” She said. He nodded, his expression a mixture of fear and excitement. “So pose in here, in this outfit?” He nodded, trying to make sure he was giving Her a definite ‘yes’, with his nerves still jangling. Instinctively he got up and moved back, making sure he wasn’t too close and in Her space, maintaining. She knows to drive bike, she came front and I was sitting back, at first she struggled with my bike, after few distance she drove quite good. I was feeling her hair on my face and brought me face closer to neck and was smelling her. She suddenly got that ticklish feeling and stopped the bike and said please don’t do that and again started to ride, I hugged her from the back and slowly brought my hands up and pressed her boobs there was a sudden brake and she lost her balance with the bike both. I first noticed a woman rummaging through her purse, repeatedly removing and replacing a pack of Pall-Malls and gazing longingly at the exit door. First guesstimates placed her in her late thirties, although how somebody could develop such an angry grimace in less than 90 years was a mystery to me. She was wearing sensible shoes (good for her!), unfortunately garish ultramarine slacks and a fussy little blouse that had no business being on anybody over the age of puberty. Which leads me to her. When it comes, your heart skips a beat. “take your thong off” I say it loud enough that the waiter hears me, your breathing stops, time stands still, you look down at the table, your face is red, and your nipples are hard as rock. You’re worried about standing up and walking to the loo to take your thong off as everyone will watch you. You move to stand, still looking down, when you hear me say. “No, take it off here” you look up sharply and see I’m serious, you feel a new rush of blood to your.