His hand touched my face and he told me how beautiful I looked. I should have stopped it then, but I was completely lost in the moment. I let his hand... stroke up my stocking clad thighs. I watched as my skirt pushed higher revealing the lace tops to my nylons. I listened as he groaned in delight when the sweet smell of my desire escaped the confines of my white cotton, juice dampened panties. I gasped a shocked thrill when he buried his head between my legs and inhaled my womanly scent. His. "I can't. Not in front of --" The blur of your hand, followed by the sharp sound of a slap and a cutting sting on my cheek, cut my words off."Put the collar on, slut. Now." With a tear in my eye, I glanced again to the stranger. You took a step toward me, hand raising."Okay!" I said, wrapping the collar around my neck. I loose strands of my hair out from under the collar and looked up in time to feel your hand landing again on my cheek.My hand flew up and covered the red, sensitive area. "Why. ” I pleaded, officially starved for his cock. “I need it.”He raised a pleasantly surprised eyebrow at me. “You need it? Listen to you, ain’t acting so shy anymore.” He laughed. “I only came in here cause I knew you’d be up to something, and you better chill out there, shaking your naughty ass in front of me. I gotta get back out there. Save this for later.” He turned to leave.“No. I want it now.” I said defiantly.He turned back around, and his eyebrow raised even higher.“Excuse. The next night I invited them to sit at my table for dinner, and made sure they had plenty of wine. She left for the bathroom and I told him I thought she was the sexiest woman on the boat. He figured I was so bold because of the wine...and then I told him I knew which adult movies he had watched, and assured him I liked the same things. In fact, I told him, I loved sneaking panties from hampers and had quite the collection amassed over several years. "Oh, man," he said, "I'd love to see.