I had it against me for about 30 seconds - my hips were just starting to move on their own, when a really cute young woman came up and asked to buy ... pair of tickets. She was wearing gray lycra warmup tights and a short sweatshirt, it was all I could do not to ogle her outright - especially in my aroused state. (BTW, I'm bi if that wasn't clear). I love the curves of a womans hips and thighs. The tight lycra showed off all of her curves, too, and I imagined what it would be like to run. She would come home with all the gossip of who's dating who & who got laid over the weekend. We had only been dating a few months and had a very active & creative sex life. She confessed early on that her secret fantasy was to watch two guys getting it on. Little did she know that this was also MY secret fantasy! Occasionally I would have to pick her up from work when her shift was over and the restaurant was closed. I got to know some of her fellow workers and eventually got to know who was. "Their Slave hurriedly crouches down, scooping up the button-up shirt, the pleated skirt, knee-high socks and wedge-heeled shoes, desperately straightening and dusting them off before offering them up to her Mistress, eyes downcast reverentially."Good. Place them on the roof, and stand in front of the car."She obediently does what she is told, scurrying in front of the parked car, engine ticking quietly as it cools.Her Mistress walks quietly behind her, the rythmic slapping of the crop in her. As she began to relax another set of hands and lips began to journey up her left leg. She tensed at first then began to sway and moan. Another set of hands started at her right ankle and moved slowly up. The energy at being touched so many places at once is almost electric and her knees became wobbly. We caught her and lay her down on a mattress, but not on a bed. As she realized the mattress was on the floor, you felt four sets of hands. Each took an extremity and guided it out, securing it in.