She looked up at me as I started to move my foot under her skirt. "No," she whispered, looking me straight in the eyes. I just kept moving my foot up ...her leg, then under her skirt. "No," she whispered again still looking me in the eyes. "Stop!" The tips of my toes tried to make their way between her closed legs. I was nudging at them and finally she moved her legs apart. My foot made it's way up her inner thigh. I didn't feel any panties as my toes moved towards her sweet spot. I started moving. Vicky said that she might have a few problems at work, especially when Jon told her that she wasn't to wear knickers as well. I knew that I could manage for 3 days, but I remembered when I had first started wearing them for a long time when I wasn't concentrating on keeping them in. I had had to push one of them back in a couple of times, and could just imagine the embarrassment if one dropped onto the floor in the middle of a place like a building society. The problem I had found was that if I. With my hand on your breasts our kissing continues. At the same time I am unbuttoning the buttons on your blouse one at a time. My mouth starts to kiss them and i started licking you nipples they are so hard and thick. I hear you moaning with all of this as my hand moves down on your leg caressing the inner leg. I now know what you were doing inside. You have no panties on. My fingers tease your clit and your pussy feeling your wetness. Sliding my two fingers in you and in a few minutes you had. I took a photo of a group of about twenty young men and women to illustrate this situation with my boyfriend naked in front of them. The women of the group seemed to be looking in our direction, like they were complaining about us for taking a picture.When we reached the other tip of the beach we saw other people, in bikinis or in topless. In fact, the not official dress code was CFNM, as all the men were naked and only one woman was naked. Is funny when you see that men are naked and women.