...drop.
When in public by society we are told nakedness of any sort is just too bold it does not suit the fineties of a public mind with exposure of self others to blind. "How long more are we to visit here." the whisper in his ear He looked into her eyes and read the warmth, "Not too long my dear." "My panty, it be bothering me." she said. "Prefer to slide them down my leg, over my ankles instead." All of a sudden the importance of the speakers delivery began to sound like wasteful torture and pillory and thus he excused them from the table full and as they left all eyes on them , a roomful. He did not care, the idea of her womaness exposed the image in his head, what was waiting for him foreclosed no words, but sheer electricity of body and mind no hesitancy, no uncertainty what was to come clearly defined.
She walked ahead and told him to stop and there it was, for him to see...the panty drop.
RB.
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