Once again she reached under the table and pushed my hand up under her skirt.“People will notice.” I breathed.“No, they won't,” she said and s...tared into my eyes so I could see that, in spite of the brightness of the day, her pupils were heavily dilated. “No one is looking”I did not want to stop. The feel was electric; she radiated heat, obvious even given the warm day. Once again she reached under the table and pushed my hand up her leg so until it made contact with her panties. Still not. I led her into the bathroom and closed the bathroom door to keep the warm air inside. I took a deep breath and started slowly helping Cara out of the pyjamas that she wore pretty much as standard. First I took off her top, leaving her with her bra on. I'll admit that I'm a titty man and it took some will power to not stare at her breasts which were large and firm, probably slightly larger than Jilly's own excellent breasts. I then went down on one knee and gently took down her pyjama bottoms,. Her slow, rhythmic, warm, breathing, reaches over to your side of the bed. The sound of cold, dense air, going inside of her as she inhales, and warm, sweet smelling air,coming out as she exhales, fills you with comfort.Usually, you use the sound of her breathing to soothe you to sleep and came to expect it every night. But tonight was the turn of the season, when the leaves began their descent downward towards the ground. The temperature began to become harsh and small creatures began to hide. Again, once parked, I opened her door for her and was treated to another glimpse of her beneath her skirt. This time was more blatant and while no words were exchanged this time either, I did get a definite "look" from her acknowledging that it was intentional. We stopped to share a cigarette before entering the mall (frankly, I needed one after her trying on the boots!) and got more than a few looks from passersby - two smartly dressed people outside a dept store mid-morning must not be a.