We had flirted for a few weeks, and were pretty good friends, but our relationship definitely had not matured enough for me to be walking around an office building with her sweat soaked panties in my pocket. We continued working like nothing happened, but my blood was pure adrenaline, my cock was so hard I thought I was going to burst a seam on my jeans, and neither of us were thinking straight.
She was really nervous, but teased me a little. At one point, she casually asked, "Can I have my panties back?" To which I replied, "Only if you let me see your pussy again." She looked around nervously for a second, then turned sideways to me and lifted her skirt up to her waist, flashing me a view of one long, athletic leg, and her impossibly firm ass. "That doesn't count," I said. "I think I'll keep them."
The best part was the drive back to the office. It was over a hundred degrees that day. As the air conditioner blasted, she cooed, "Ooh, that feels good. I am sooo hot." I said something like, "Think how I must feel. Some of us actually have to wear pants." She laughed, fanned her skirt, and lifted her legs a little off the seat, saying something about the benefits of wearing a skirt. She aimed the vents down between her legs, and lifted her skirt to make an air conditioned tent for her steaming pussy. I bent over to sneak another peek, and she obligingly lifted her skirt a little more.
"Are you completely shaved?" I asked. "Come on, I've already seen it." "I leave a little on top," she replied. She then lifted her skirt the rest of the way to her waist, and raised her hips off the seat. I was treated to a magnificent view of her perfect thighs snaking up to an even more perfect pair of pale pink lips. Her legs were together, but I could see the hood of her cute little clit peeking out just below a small landing strip of trimmed golden peach fuzz.
Mesmerized, I reached over and laid two fingers lightly on her warm mound. Glancing back and forth between her nakedness and the road, I nudged her legs apart a little more, and slid my fingers up and down the outside of her smooth but sweaty lips. "So you shave all this?" I asked, as she spread her legs even more. She mumbled something, while I reached up to tug on the little tuft of landing strip, "And you leave this?" She grabbed the back of my hand, but not before I slid my middle finger down into her silky wetness.
We drove the few short minutes back to the office, like that. Her panties in my pocket. My fingers gliding around her soaking wet, velvety folds. She was visibly terrified of being so exposed at first, and kept a sharp eye out for anyone looking. By the time we made it back, she was furiously bucking against my hand, her legs clamped together so tightly I thought she would break my fingers. She forgot all about covering herself, as she lay there with her eyes closed, orgasming wildly against my hand in the parking lot.
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