He had seen her do that a hundred times, giving the man a few minutes to enjoy the silky feeling of her stockings and the warm flesh under it, and the...n politely and slowly removing his hand with a smile. It was the ultimate in flirting, because she enjoyed someone putting their hand under her skirt, in fact.A few minutes later, John looked again and yet another guy was in the same sequence, his hand firmly on her thigh, fingers down between her legs. Her skirt was a little higher right now and. I popped the champagne as Cee took of her brassiere, allowing her breasts to fall free.“Putting on my bikini,” Cee replied nonchalantly, her eyes openly devouring Shy’s nakedness. “What did you think I was doing?”My hand shook as it poured the fizzy liquid – their banter was beginning, that verbal parry and thrust. I watched inconspicuously, or as much as I was able to.“Nothing, I...”“...take a shower, too?”“...no, I...”Cee dropped her light skirt, keeping her eyes on Shy. She wore no panties. “Put your hands behind your back. And why’d you put your goddamn dress back on?”Because I’m not comfortable walking around naked, I thought. I didn’t say this though.Instead, I said, “I felt cold.”Scott shook his head.“You confuse the hell outta me sometimes. Take it off.”He watched me as I pulled it off over my head. Then he pushed my knees wider apart and reached between my legs to feel the heat of my snatch.“You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” he murmured. “All wet and. Or so I hear. Tanya'srather hazy about these things, because her most recent husband spentonly one night there, then when he was released he left her and lefttown without any explanation. He agreed to a substantial alimony not tohave to come back for a court hearing."That didn't sound too good. Melissa was now looking uneasy herself, hereye darting about, looking for a way to change the subject. "It isn'twhat you'd think," she said finally. "Remember, most men get so theystay there.