A couple of weeks later we went pubbing again and she was
wearing a thong under her skirt, which had an inner lining. The
material of the skirt is slinky and clinging and would show off her
curves wonderfully if not for that inner layer, and perhaps it
insulates her from minor bumps so that she does not notice
them.
She is one of those who looks fantastic in a thong, especially when
you realise that she is wearing one underneath. Her butt is so
round and full that the thong almost vanishes into that cleavage,
leaving only a little triangle at the top. Until you see that you
cannot be sure if she was wearing panty or is she commando tonight.
It was like thongs are made for her, not many girls can wear it as
snugly as she can.
I have often fantasized about seeing her undress at home, seeing
her big and well-shaped rear end with just a thong peeking out. So
I was naturally horny the moment I spot her rear end and plotted
how to continue worshipping it. I wanted just to stroke the under
surface of the 2 round globes hanging behind her, which was harder
than just touching the top. To touch the bottom I have to push back
the skirt, and this might cause her to notice before I had reached
my target. One chance might be all I have.
While squeezing our way through the crowd, I positioned my hand so
that I could strike while she was distracted, but someone knocked
into her and she almost fell onto me. I was in shock as I found
myself holding onto her left buttock, feeling its weight and
firmness in my hand, totally unexpected and unprepared to enjoy the
sensation. It was for just a moment as she turned to me and pushed
herself away and I had to let go of her. I was really apologizing
and she looked a bit embarrassed too, but told me that it was all
right. I tried keeping my distance from her that night, while
reliving the wonderful experience.
But just before leaving, I decided that I must get what I had come
for, and positioned my palm against her butt with my finger tips
pointing down, then closed them onto her ass to stroke one cheek.
She must have felt the skirt brushing her legs even before my
fingers reached her cheek and she turned her head. I stepped to one
side, but from her behaviour I think she was aware that someone
touched her and that it did not feel like an accident.
Was that the last time for me to touch her? I had not had enough
yet!
