A Midwestern Café
It´s the 80ies. I am an exchange student from Austria. (So please be kind with all my typos and grammar errors)
One of my collagues is Laura. She is one of the two woman I met during my life (and I am almost 60 now) who had liked to wear lingerie almost all the time. Either suspender-belt (garter-belt) an stocking or stay-ups. Or also very exciting panty-hose an no knickers.
We didn´t fell in love, but we loved to fuck.
She is a natural exhibtionist. Most dresses are a little see-through. I am aroused almost all the time.
Its summer. I wear T-shirt, shorts and Jesus-sandals. She wears a dress and stay ups. Black ones. Taking a close look you see it as soon there is sunlight shining through the dress. Soon we enter a shopping-mall. From time to time I recognize curious men and woman looking at her. She is no beauty but she radiates sensuality.
She buys a new dress and then we go to a café. Soon I sleep one of my sandals from my foot and voila ma foot reaches to the opposite side of the table under her dress. And i learn: there are no panties. My big toe slips into her pussy. She is very wet and pushes against my toe.
My adventuers will be continued ...
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