Ask for a better look

With dusk slowly encroaching, stretching shadows and graying colours, the sparse light in the car permits you only a superficial glimpse of Anjali's panties and by the saucy quirk of her lips, that was very much the point.

Emboldened by her forwardness and the general flirty atmosphere, you clear your throat and manage to belabour the poor vision conditions and your heartfelt desire to get a better look.

Anjali doesn't immediately answer, but rather taps her lips thoughtfully with a finger.

"I suppose there's nothing wrong with arriving fashionably late.." She ponders, throwing the same sly grin your way that saw on her daughters face earlier.

The road has taken you beyond the village proper, and Anjali pulls over on the side and stops the engine. Out the car window you see an breathtaking view of the rolling landscape, that your eyes are immediately wrenched away from, as Anjali's knee gently knocks into yours. She has spread her legs, conquering part of your seat, and the tiny evening dress struggles for dear life as it rides further and further up her thighs, revealing the top of her stockings and quite a bit more.

"Now I know, you're about to have the night of your life," she says, "so I'm sure, you'll have allow me a moment of selfishness: I'll let get a real close look, so long as you promise me to not *just* look."