One warm summer night, we are out walking, talking, holding hands. We just had dinner and some wine and we are just interested in wandering around. You have on a long, sun dress. And as you were feeling a bit wild that day, you wore one that should have required a slip but you didn't. The light in the restaurant was subdued so no one noticed. But, I did. I was sitting next to you and I was touching your leg, like I always do, when we are out. I felt the warmth of your skin through the thin material. And as I looked into your eyes, you gave me that little wink and raised eyebrow.
As we were leaving, I was holding your arm and you decided to tease me by drawing it across your chest. It was very subtle and demure and also very exciting as I could feel the fullness of your breast as my hand was squeezed against it by your movements. We leave the restaurant and as we are going down in the elevator, with a group of other people, you press your back to my front and do a little shimmy. You know that drives me wild. These small moments that no-one else knows.
While walking on the street, you stop to look at something and, then as you turn around I notice that the sun is behind you. I can see your long legs through the dress and I can see the outline of your panties and bra in silhouette. You have a wonderful smile on your face when I finally work my eyes up that far. The look on your face as I let out a slow whistle is almost wanton. You know that you are going to have your way with me tonight and there is nothing that I can do to stop it. Not that I would ever want to.
As I am standing in stunned silence at your brazen actions, you slowly walk up to me and take my hand and bring it to your lips. You kiss each finger, once by one. All the while you are staring deep into my eyes and slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons of your dress. Breaking your gaze, I notice that there is a sheltered spot half way up the block with a tall brick wall surrounding the courtyard. I grab your hand and we walk, in a leisurely pace to the opening to the courtyard and we take a glance in. It is empty, except for a bench in the corner which you guide me towards.
As I turn around I realize that you had taken the initiative and unbuttoned the rest of your dress and I can see that you are wearing the ensemble I had gotten for you on my last trip. A pale blue bra and panty made out of whisper soft silk. From the back, no one would know that you are almost naked, the view is just for me.