The need in her eyes told him all he needed to know. He rose up on his knees and took hold of her skirt waistband. She raised her hips up and he slid ...the garment off smoothly, tossing it on the pile of clothes already in a corner of the elevator. Now dressed only in her panties, stockings, and heels, she lay before him, legs splayed open, inviting him in. Her pretty pink lace panties promised delights untold, but he didn’t want to just dive in like a greedy child at the dessert bar! No, this. That's a longtime to be without one's sub, and gas prices being what they are, we couldn'tget together at all during that time. Now, my hometown is tiny (as in, ifyou're driving through, don't blink or you'll miss it). So, what does a boredDomme do in a stifling small town in rural red state America? She jumps on theInternet and finds out there's a play party going on in a larger town an hourand a half or so away, new-comers and beginners welcome. The choice of whetheror not to go floats in her. Which was nice of her, most people just ignore them during sessions like this. I came back out with 6 pair, laid out the boxes in front of her, opened each, giving one at a time to her to look over while I told her about them. Took a seat on the floor when a security guard came to the gate and asked if everything was "OK" I told Jeff everything was fine & went back to Phyllis, by now she had slipped a pair of white ones on & was walking around, looking in the mirror at them, she came over, sat. We were all relaxed and chatting away when I noticed Steve looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I turned to face him and found that from his vantage point, he was looking straight up my skirt. Instinctively I clamped my knees together and his eyes shifted upwards and locked on to mine. A thin smile broke on his face before he turned away as if nothing had happened. I was glad I was wearing a sexy pair of panties and got a thrill from the fact that he was looking me over. He continued.