Why did I wear such a short and flowing skirt? I can feel the heat of your hand through the thin material. As my fingers add more pressure on rubbi...g your cock, I can feel that your fingers are tracing the bottom curve of my ass, traveling towards the middle of my thighs. I jump a little, but luckily the elevator doors open again and no one saw. Your fingers now slip between my thighs, still on the outside of my skirt and you begin to rub your index finger against my pussy mound. I sigh. I could get into a lot of trouble just for being here with Clara. My parents would never believe I didn't set this whole thing up to be this way. Clara, I want you to go right back to where you were sitting before." Clara looked at me long enough to understand that I wasn't just playing hard to get, then, she got up and left. After she was gone, Jane spoke again."That isn't fair, Larry. You're my date, and you let Clara touch it. I've never touched one before. You can let me touch it for a. She scooted herself closer to him, her body pressing against his more and more fully. Trying to rest his free hand anywhere that made sense, Yael, took his hand and draped his arm around her slender waist.“There,” she said softly, “that’s much better.”Her voice sent more tingles down his spine. There was something in the way she sounded. Something so familiar.“Are you okay?” she asked as he fidgeted slightly against her.“I’m fine, I’m fine. I just noticed your voice has a similar effect on me. As they left the coffee shop they parted, Nikki taking the return bus while Lauren made her way to the north of town to get a bus to the woman who was to make the dress, Kristal. She had already phoned her to say that as she didn’t know the times of the buses she could only say that she would be there sometime in the afternoon. As she walked, she heard music from what looked like a clothes shop across the street. For Interlaken it was a large shop with a couple of steps up from the pavement.