Back to the food court, Cindy's panties still intact.

"Shall we?" You stand, tapping at your phone.

"Let's." I say softly back as my purse dings in response. I step out of the row, tugging my shirt gently square in place, and you step after me.

As we head down the aisle, your hand grazes the backside of my thigh, and I smile. Working our way out of the dark theater, you manage to work your way up the curve of my ass, sending happy little tingles up my spine as you trace my crack, landing on the small of my back as we step out into the light.

Your fingers hook into the back of my panties and I raise an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" I say, gently discouraging words voiced with rampant encouragement.

"This..." You reply as your fingers trace back down the crack of my ass, the tingles now shivers as they never break contact with skin, pushing my panties along with them. You graze my tight little ass hole, pressing onward as we come into view of people, the staff, the ticket guy.

I stop, but your hand doesn't, reaching a warm wetness just as I reach back and pull you out. I lift your hand to my lips, licking the savory sweetness from your fingertips with a grin before turning away and reaching down, giving you a flash of bare ass as I pull my panties back into place.