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The teasing touch, the slow exploration of my thighs, and the spark of desire between us had made me incredibly aroused. I was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, and I knew I needed to take it a step further.
As he excused himself to get another drink, I seized the opportunity, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. Quickly, and with a glance to make sure no one was watching, I slid my underwear off, tucking it discreetly into my purse.
I could feel a rush of excitement, a thrill of daring as I realized what I had just done. The fabric of the short skirt against my now bare skin felt electrifying, adding to the arousal that was already coursing through me.
When he returned, he resumed his place beside me, and his hand found its way back to my thigh. As he continued to explore, I watched his face intently, eager to see his reaction when he realized what I had done.
As his fingers moved higher, his touch more insistent, I could see a flicker of surprise in his eyes. His fingers encountered no barrier, no fabric, nothing but the bare skin that awaited his touch.
He looked at me, his eyes wide, a slow smile spreading across his face as realization dawned. The missing barrier, the added intimacy of this touch, had taken our game to a whole new level.
