To the park

He guided her to the park, holding his right hand on her short skirt, around her butt for a good 30 minutes, enjoying the sunny day. Mary went wherever he led her and didn't complain. She was talking all the time - girls topics - Markus listened a little but most of his attention was with all the young women in the park. They were wearing cute short skirts, all of them, sometimes very short skirts. No tights anywhere: it was like leg day. Every now and then a glimpse of cute little panties if you looked long enough.

Men were just minding their own business, he guessed they were used to it. Twice he saw a couple with the guy who had placed his hand under the girl's skirt, and it was totally fine. It was intriguing how this reality worked, girls seemed prettier than before, girls seemed happier than before. Girls lounged in the grass, their short skirts fluttering in the breeze. Nearby, others jogged, skirts swaying with every step—carefree and alive. But it was the volleyball game that caught his attention. The amateur players moved with quick, agile grace, laughter ringing out as every jump lifted their skirts higher, revealing smooth legs, sun-kissed skin, and unmistakable flashes of the skimpy panties beneath. He watched, drawn in by the sight, feeling the heat rise inside him. Seeing them jump and play carelessly in those short pleated skirts hit him harder than he expected. He couldn’t stop staring, kept walking just to keep watching—assuming Mary wouldn’t mind. It fired him up, made him horny as hell, and before he knew it, his hand found its way to Mary’s bum, carressing it... to her delight. The girls didn’t seem to care about their skirts flying up— they had all teir attention for the ball in the game. And of course, they had grown up with it, and so had the men. Anything else from this skimpy outfit was considered prudish. Proud nipples, poking through as if looking for sunlight. And young girls who worked in restaurants were topless, standard. Men seemed not to act any different than what Markus knew from before.. polite, decent. And if one of the chicks was with her boyfriend, she could have her boobs touched in public, carefully. The girls looked very pleased with the attention they received.

Mary was still talking to him, something about her flatmate, it was ok if he didn’t listen to every single word. His main response to everything was: "Yes, I see. Weird, right?" After a while he felt her left boob touching his right upper arm, for a good two seconds. Soft, magical, and for her it all seemed completely normal. In a world in which bras didn’t exist, there was only one thing left he could think about. Right here, right now. He made her stand in front of him, looked her in the eye, his hand on her skirt. She stopped speaking and looked at him. Without saying a word, he kissed her on her mouth. She responded readily. He then placed his hand under her skirt, on her panties. She didn't say a word, but he felt the fabric had become moist, slightly wet. "I'm so happy Markus".

He moved up his left hand on her shirt for a full squeeze in her left boob, whispered in her ear "at my place, trust me", and kissed her again. He then guided her two blocks to his apartment, all the while keeping his right hand under her skirt. She was silent now, maybe a little nervous. At home he undressed her immediately, including her white panties. He then devoured her as if he had never seen a young woman naked, pinned her to his bed, pleasured her and did the thing any good man should have done to Mary much earlier. For a good half hour she was in full pleasure mode, judging from the sounds she made.

Mary stayed naked for the rest of the afternoon because he told her to. When she started talking again, it was "I'm so happy" and she said it was any girl's dream what had happened to her today.