I can feel the pain . Slowly I took my hand and started to press her boobs through her shawl. We didn’t look Mariah at that time . For almost 10 min... it was like this.Mariah was seeing what we were doing suddenly a man passed. Mariah kicked febis legs . We suddenly took a way our hands. I button up . We smiled at Mariah and smiled back after sometime febi went and sit with her and they were whispering and laugh.We reached station by 11:30pm and it was a 4 hour journey to our college so we took a. 50, she called me and asked whether she can come or not. I said you can come.There she came. She wore a yellow crop top and black leggings. Her flat navel was visible which gave me instant hard on. Her panty line was visible through the tight leggings. I complimented her that she was looking stunning. She thanked me. I got the bottle and glasses and started drinking. She liked the taste of vodka.She insisted to make the second peg. While opening the bottle, the cap rolled under sofa. So, she. She selected a tiny white g-string and surprised me by pulling on a pair of tan hold-up stockings too."Isn't the dress a bit short for stockings?" I asked as Ian topped up my wine. I was wearing a nice dress too, but it was a lot more demure and in keeping with my age and status."No, of course not." Kim laughed and deliberately bent over showing off her stocking tops and an inch of milky white thigh, much to her husband's amusement. I finished my drink and on the taxi ride into town we chatted. It had become a game. The goal to look prettier and more desirable every day, had taken over my daily routine. One day it was sparkly eye shadow, the next a new two toned bra under a sheer blouse.It was an easy game to play. My features were in place. I have a beautiful symmetrical face, stunning fuck-me eyes, a well proportioned nose that leads into full ripe lips, but it was my body that made men and women look twice. My body is like a stripper's body; long, lean and luscious. An hour glass.