Will Cindy lose her panties in the shoe store?

"So..." You say, tapping your phone, my purse dinging in reply, "What do we get to do here?"

I smile broadly up at you, grabbing your shirtfront as I pull up on my toes. My lips land on yours, and what started as a peck turns a little wetter and lingering before I plop back down on my soles. "Thank you, Josh! This is one of my favorites!"

I tow your dumbstruck face along by your hand to a quiet corner of the store, settling down on a bench and pulling a fairly random shoe box from the bottom of the shelf. Men's size nine and a half. I open it and tug the stuffing from a shoe. "Let's leave someone something worth finding, shall we?" I grin, my knees widening, my panties coming into view.

My hand starts at my shoulder, tracing down my bare skin, tugging a little too much at the top of my shirt as it winds its way down my front and between my legs to the patient cotton.

"Mmm..." My eyes flicker shut as I let my finger tease, barely touching the aching slit between my thighs. But I can't contain it, not at this point, and I press in, my hips jerking softly as I do.

"Mngh..." I follow up as I press the soft white cotton between my waiting lips, feeling my wetness seep into it. I push aggressively inward, forcing the cotton deeper than I want, but still easily within what I am plainly willing to tolerate at this point just to get the touch.

"Uh!" I gasp as my pussy responds with a soft sucking sound. "Mngh... that'll do..." I murmur, half out of breath as I hesitatingly pull my hand away from my happy little slit, forcing my protesting knees back together as I slide the wet panties down my thighs, over my knees, and they flop to my ankles.

"What do you think?" I grin, picking them up and swaying my knees back wide, one hand un-covertly twirling the damp cotton as the other pushes a finger not-so-gingerly back inside myself. "Mngh..." I sigh once more.

"Wow?" You manage and I open my eyes, still grinning. I lean down, shoving my panties unceremoniously into one of the shoes and closing the box. I stand up, bending over double to slide the shoe box back onto the low shelf, my shirt riding well up my now-totally-bare backside.

You take advantage of my compromising position and slide a hand between my thighs. I oh-so-casually struggle with the box, my pussy grinding against your fingers as one finds its way up inside me.

"Mmm..." I sigh, my hips writhing gently as I stand back up, your hand pulling free. I turn around, my shirt just high enough that my lips are still peeking out beneath it, and pull your hand up to my mouth. I suck my juices wetly off your finger tips, shaking my head and waggling a finger at you as I do.

"Mm-mm, that's gotta wait for the next part..." I smile coyly.