Please , I can't take it anymore

Since the browse in the sex shop, you had started to wonder what my intentions are.

Knowing you were in need of a skimpy new dress for a night out you had a few shops on your mind as we walked down Oxford street.

You couldn't help feel naughty walking along the busy street with cum leaking down your leg. You were grateful to have your lacey knickers on to stop more leaking down your thighs.

All you wanted to do was have a dance.

"Let's go for a cocktail first" I whisper to you leading you into a busy cocktail bar, just off bond street,

You tell about about the ideas you have for a new dress and how you need it to be short so it doesn't restrict your moves.

I laugh encouraging your ideas as I get closer trailing a finger up your thigh.

You are on your second cocktail, as I lean over and whisper in your ear

"Take your knickers off and give them to me"

You look around innocently before reaching up your thigh and slowly peeling them down. You make eye contact with me as they go over your knees and down to your ankles.

As you hand them to me I feel how damp they are