I casually pull my dress up more to reveal matching black thong panties, with a little green shamrock at the center of the waistband. Xxx Ever so slowly, you lean down and place the lightest of kisses on my eager lips. My hair is in a French twist, with a few tendrils framing my face. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, it hits. The same shamrock that appeared on my panties is also at the top of the low-cut bra. You look alarmed and pull out of me carefully. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.**
My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. Your mouth starts to water even more. I’m very nervous about showing my stomach to you, but you
